#not sure how this post is gonna go over but here it is

[fiastomatocheek]

SNOOPY’S BIGGEST FAN

pair: dad!luke hughes x f!reader

genre: fluff, family, romance.

warnings: none, just an overload of fluff and wholesome family moments.

summary: you and luke are cherishing life as parents to your lively three-year-old daughter, lucy. out of the blue, lucy’s switched from calling luke ‘dada’ to ‘snoopy,’ a nickname that’s leaving you both laughing and guessing at its origin. after a thrilling devils game, lucy’s determination to stick by her dad’s side leads to her tagging along for a post-game interview. her unexpected shout of ‘dada snoopy’ during the interview steals the spotlight, melting hearts and showcasing luke’s endlessly sweet fatherhood.

fia’s notes: okay, i seriously don’t see nearly enough dad!luke content on here, so i had to take matters into my own hands and make one myself for all the luke lovers out there who, like me, crave that soft, playful, dad energy this one’s for us. my heart can’t take it. so here’s to giving dad!luke the love and attention he clearly deserves.

tagging team fia ! — @iloveyoutodeathbutimdrowning @dancerbailey3 @mashmashi @hopefulsuitcasemoneyzonk @kell9rs @alwaysclassyeagle @nokiaholland @macka

“So,” Luke starts, voice teasing. “You think Lucy’s gonna drop the Snoopy thing anytime soon?”

He stretches an arm across the couch, fingers grazing your shoulder.

You laugh, shaking your head.

“Not a chance. She’s locked in. Those Peanuts nights with you? She’s basically married to the idea that you’re Snoopy reincarnated.”

He groans, but it’s playful, his eyes crinkling.

“All I wanted was some quality dad-daughter time, you know? Put on Peanuts, watch Snoopy do his thing, make her laugh. Now I’m stuck as a cartoon dog.”

You grin, leaning into his side.

“You brought this on yourself. She drags you to the TV every chance she gets for ‘Snoopy time.’ And honestly? She’s not wrong, you’ve got that same goofy, huggy vibe.”

“Hey,” he protests, poking your side, “I’m an elite athlete. I don’t do ‘goofy.’ I’m… charmingly relaxed.”

“Sure, Snoopy,”

You tease, and he laughs, pulling you closer until your legs tangle with his.

The Snoopy nickname started a few months ago, during a stretch of rare off-days for Luke. He’d dug up Peanuts on a whim, thinking Lucy would love the colorful characters. He wasn’t wrong, yes, she fell head over heels for Snoopy, giggling at his doghouse daydreams and clapping when he danced with Woodstock.

It became their ritual, Luke scooping her up after dinner, settling on the couch, and playing ‘A Charlie Brown Christmas’ or ‘Snoopy vs. the Red Baron.’ Lucy would snuggle into his chest, pointing at the screen and saying, ‘You, Dada!’ At first, you both thought it was a phase, but then she started calling Luke Snoopy everywhere, every playdates, bedtime, even during your grocery runs. You tried to crack her logic, but her answer was always the same ‘Snoopy’s fun, hugs, like Dada.’ And just like that, Luke became ‘Snoopy’.

“Seriously, though,” Luke says, “it’s kinda cute, right? How she gets all excited calling me that?”

“Beyond cute,”

You agree, your heart squeezing at the memory of Lucy’s voice.

“Last night, she was waving at the TV during your game, yelling, ‘Go, Snoopy, go!’ I nearly cried laughing.”

Luke’s grin is pure pride, his eyes glowing.

“She’s my number-one fan. Sorry, you’re second place now.”

“Rude,” you say, swatting his chest, but your smile betrays you.

Lucy bounds in, curls bouncing, a stuffed giraffe under her arm.

“Snoopy!” she squeals, launching herself at Luke.

“Whoa, Luce!” he laughs, catching her and hoisting her up.

“Gonna spill my coffee, kiddo.”

“Snoopy play?”

She asks, grabbing his face with both hands, her eyes sparkling with mischief. You laugh at how she’s got him completely under her spell.

Luke glances at you, mock-exasperated.

“See? No respect for my coffee time.”

“Play, play, play!” Lucy chants, bouncing on his knees.

“Alright, alright,” he says, setting his mug down and tickling her until she’s giggling uncontrollably.

“But you gotta tell Dada why I’m Snoopy.”

She pauses, tilting her head like she’s solving a puzzle.

“’Cause… you’re Snoopy!” she says, then collapses into giggles as he pretends to chomp her nose.

Luke’s the dad who’d do anything for Lucy, skate with her in his arms, read her favorite book ten times, or embrace being called a beagle because she sees his heart in her favorite character. The way he looks at her, it’s like she’s his whole world.

“Game day,” you say, breaking the moment.

“Ready to light up the arena?”

Luke winks, still wrestling with Lucy.

“Always, babe. Gotta make my girls proud.”

The Prudential Center pulses with energy as you navigate the post-game crowd, Lucy’s hand tight in yours. Her Devils jersey, Luke’s number 43, oversized and adorable sways as she skips, her cap slightly crooked.

“Mommy, where’s Snoopy?”

Lucy asks, her voice cutting through the noise. A few fans nearby chuckle, probably picturing the cartoon dog instead of your towering defenseman husband.

“He’s with the team, Luce,” you say, crouching to fix her cap.

“Dada will be out soon. Wanna wait in the family area?”

“Nooo,” she whines, stomping her sneaker.

“Want see Snoopy now!”

Her pout is theatrical, and you grin. She’s got Luke’s stubbornness and your dramatic streak, a wild combo.

Before you can offer a snack as a bribe, you spot Luke striding out of the tunnel, his eyes find you instantly, and that grin spreads across his face, still making your heart skip after all these years.

“Snoopy!”

Lucy shrieks, yanking free and sprinting toward him, Luke’s drops to his knees, arms open, catching her as she crashes straight into him.

“There’s my girl!”

He says, swinging her onto his hip and kissing her cheek. She giggles, grabbing his face like she’s claiming him.

“Snoopy, win?” she asks, all business, like she’s his personal coach.

Luke laughs, smoothing a curl from her eyes.

“Yeah, Luce, we won. Two-one. You proud of Dada?”

“Proud proud!” she yells, flinging her arms around his neck.

“Hey, you,” he says, leaning over to kiss you, soft and quick but enough to warm you through.

“Good game?”

“Great game,” you say, squeezing his arm.

“You were a beast out there.”

He grins, but a team staffer interrupts, looking apologetic.

“Luke, post-game interview. They need you, like, now.”

Luke glances at Lucy, who’s glued to him like a koala, then at you.

“This little one not letting go, is she?”

“Nope,” you say, smirking. Lucy’s already muttering about ‘helping Snoopy talk.’

Luke sighs, but it’s fond, his eyes crinkling.

“Alright, Luce, wanna come with me? Be Dada co-star?”

“Yay!” she cheers, bouncing in his arms. He looks to you, and you shrug.

“Go for it. Just don’t let her steal the mic.”

He winks. “No promises.”

All the reporter was already there. You stand off to the side, arms crossed, biting your lip to keep from laughing. The reporters seem startled of a toddler wasn’t in their playbook but Lucy’s serious little face wins them over instantly.

“Luke, great game,” the first reporter says.

“That defensive play in the third, reading the forward like a book. Walk us through it.”

Luke shifts into hockey mode, but his hand’s gently rubbing Lucy’s back, keeping her settled.

“Thanks. I saw him hesitate with the puck, so I closed the gap fast. Got lucky with the poke check, and—”

“Snoopy!”

Lucy cuts in, twisting to stare up at him. The reporters freeze, and you stifle a laugh as Luke’s lips twitch.

“Yeah, Luce?” he says, voice steady, like this is just another day.

“You skate fast!”

She declares, throwing her hands up. The room chuckles, and Luke’s cheeks tint pink, but he’s beaming.

“Thanks, Luce,” he says, kissing her head.

“Fastest Snoopy in the NHL, right?”

The second reporter, clearly charmed, leans in.

“Luke, you’ve got a big fan here. What’s it like having your daughter cheering you on?”

Luke’s smile softens, and he looks at Lucy, who’s now fiddling with his cufflinks, oblivious to the cameras.

“It’s everything. Coming off the ice and seeing her and my wife waiting? Nothing beats it. She keeps me grounded. Win or lose, I’m her—” He pauses, grinning.

“Her Snoopy, apparently.”

The room erupts in laughter, and Lucy, sensing her moment, sits up, grabs Luke’s chin, and announces,

“Dada Snoopy!”

“Dada Snoopy, huh? That’s new, Luce.”

You’re doubled over, hand over your mouth, as the reporters scramble to recover. One, still grinning, says,

“Okay, Lucy, why’s your dad Snoopy?”

She tilts her head, like it’s obvious.

“’Cause he’s funny and huggy, like Snoopy!”

Luke’s face is pure adoration, he pulls her close, nuzzling her cheek.

“I’ll take it,” he says. “Funny and good at hugs? I’m retiring as Snoopy.”

The interview wraps soon after, Lucy waving at the cameras while Luke fields a few more questions, juggling her wiggles. As you head to the family lounge, he’s still chuckling, Lucy half-asleep on his shoulder.

“Dada Snoopy,” he murmurs, shaking his head.

“All because of those Peanuts nights.”

“Told you,” you say, looping your arm through his.

“You and your Snoopy bonding sessions created a legend.”

He looks at you, eyes soft. “Think SportsCenter’s running ‘Luke Hughes, aka Dada Snoopy’?”

“Guaranteed,” you tease.

He laughs, leaning down to kiss you, careful not to jostle Lucy.

“Love you,” he whispers. “Both my girls.”

“Love you too, Snoopy,” you whisper back, and his grin outshines the arena lights.

[the-apple-of-my-eye0-0]

Do you wanna fuck?

Caleb x chubby! Reader

Content warnings: Praise, breeding kink, needy Caleb, reader is afab, unprotected sex, uses of: mama, baby, pretty girl, fluffy smut, a little angst.

This has been in my drafts for a hot minute, so I thought I'd finally post it. Reader is chubby and insecure. Idk this just came to me and I thought I’d write about it.

🔞 !!! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !!! 🔞

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Caleb and you have been dating for a while. Everything is going great, except you’ve been too insecure to show him your body, thinking he’d see you differently once the layers of deceit are discarded.

You’d always thought he was too good for you, wayyyy out of your league. No one verbally fed into this delusion but you could just tell by the way girls fawned over him in public, giving you eyes full of disgust.

He’d been persistent on wanting to have sex with you, but always stayed within your boundaries whenever you tell him no. As his girlfriend you’ve felt guilty for not giving him what the both of you wanted so bad.

So tonight you finally give in, too horny to overthink or back out.

After another steamy make out session, you told him the words he oh so wanted to hear “I’m ready baby, let’s have sex”.

His face was pure shock, taking a moment to register what you said. “Are you sure pip? I need to be sure you really want to.” He asked, hands resting on your waist.

“Yes I’m sure, please fuck me caleb” you pleaded. And with that a switch flipped inside him.

A smirk rose on his face, eyes going dark as he climbed over you, pining you onto the bed. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for you to say that” he kisses you, feverishly, not able to get enough.

Slowly, he starts to remove your clothes, starting with your shirt, admiring every inch of your skin. Then sliding off your shorts, until you were almost bare beneath him.

“God, can’t believe you’ve kept this precious sight from me for so long” his voice almost sounding like a whine?

‘What?’ You thought to yourself, blindsided at the fact he loved your body, just as much as you hated it, if not more.

“Let me see what else you’ve been hiding from me”, a smirk forms on his face as he kisses up your arm while removing your bra.

Once the garment is removed, he loses all sense of control, sucking on your nipple while the other is in between his unforgiving fingers.

“Caleb~” you moan, the new sensation sending jolts of pleasure throughout your body.

“Keep saying my name like that baby, love hearing your moans” he says as he moves to your other nipple, continuing to give you pleasure.

You could feel his feel his hard cock through his pants on your thigh, slowly grinding in need of some friction.

“Wanted this for so long.” He kisses every inch of your skin, leaving trails of light bruises in his wake.

“Hearing your pretty moans through the walls, thinking I’m asleep — drove me crazy, looked forward to them every night” his confession sending shivers down your spine.

You gasp at the thought of him listening, cheeks turning red with embarrassment. “I-I’m sorry baby, I was just scared…” you explain.

“Don’t be,” kiss, “not here,” kiss, “not with me,” kiss, “gonna make you feel so good,” kiss, “gonna make you mine forever”. He kisses down to the hem of your panties, looking into your eyes for permission.

You bite your lip in anticipation and nod eagerly, “Please Caleb, I need you”, you beg.

He doesn’t waste any time, removing the cloth before burying his head between your thighs.

“Fuuuuuck~” you moan, the feeling of his tongue against your needy clit makes your eyes roll back, your hands gripping onto his hair, slightly tugging at the strands.

“Mhm—that’s it, let everyone know how good I’m making you feel” he purrs against your clit. The vibration going right through you.

“Ah, Caleb!— feels so good, need you inside me” you plead, looking at the lewd sight beneath you.

“Yeah? You ready for this cock, baby? Fuck can’t wait to be inside you” he raises his head, watching you through lust hazed eyes.

"Mhm, can't wait any longer." You whine, forgetting all your worries.

You watch as he removes his shirt, showing off his toned muscles. A familiar feeling rises in your stomach, a mix of butterflies and nerves.

He reaches for his side drawer, grabbing a condom, that was until your hand wrapped around his wrist, "wanna feel all of you" you tell him.

He stares at you with wide eyes for a moment before a smirk grows on his face. "You sure? Can't promise I'll be able to resist coming in this sweet pussy?" He warns.

You didn't care, how could you when you've been waiting for this exact moment since you met him.

"I don't care, just want you inside me, want to feel you cum inside me" you reassure him.

You don't have to tell again, he's imagined having a family with you for so long, having a mini you running around.

He unzips his pants, removing the remainder of his clothes, allowing his hard, throbbing cock to spring free. "Yeah, wan' me to make you a mama? Wanna carry my baby inside you?" He coos.

"Mhmm- Ah" you gasp as he pushes his cock inside you. "aw baby, feel so good wrapped around me" he takes a moment before thrusting inside you.

You melt into the pleasure of his curved tip hitting against your sweet spot over and over, you repeatedly moan his name as if it was a sacred prayer.

"You like that, hm?" he groans, leaning down to whisper in your ear. "I'll give this to you whenever you want baby"

You take his head in your hands and pull him in for a deep kiss, no ferocity, no haste, just pure love.

You feel him throb inside you, until he starts to thrust deeper and harder, making you pull away from the kiss, gasping at the pleasure.

He continues fuck you at a mind breaking pace. Causing your body to jolt with each thrust.

You have just enough brainpower to realise what's happening and you grab the blanket to try and cover yourself.

Caleb didn't like that one bit, pinning your arm to the bed and tossing the blanket to the side.

“Don’t cover your stomach pretty girl, wanna see as I fuck a baby into it” he kisses your stomach, shattering all your insecurities instantly.

You let go, allowing the lust to finally overtake you. Your eyes rolling back, mouth open slightly.

"That's it baby, forget about everything else, just focus on the feeling of my cock filling you up." he moans breathlessly.

You feel your climax rising. "Gonna cum" you babble out mindlessly.

"Yeah? Cum for me baby, cum 'round my cock" he pleads.

With that you squirt around his cock, moaning loud enough for your neighbours to hear.

A guttural moan escapes his lips, feeling your walls clamp around him.

"'m gonna cum baby, gonna make you a mama, wanna see you hold my baby, can you give me that?" he whines.

You're too cock drunk to reply, just nodding your head pathetically.

He cums inside you, groaning at the pleasure, giving you a few more thrusts before collapsing beside you, panting heavily.

"Fuck, you're so hot baby, love you so much". he whispers breathlessly into your ear.

[hotchnerwrites]

Heyy! Love your stories! Can you make one with Hotch inspired feom Usher's "Hey Daddy"? Preferably smut included, im leaving you the storyline, trusting your writing 💋

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x f!reader

Word Count: ~2k

Warnings: NSFW (18+), pwp, spanking, d0ggy style, afab reader

A/N: Hi anon! I know it's been long. I was gonna say it's loosely inspired by the song but tbh I got lost in the sauce and it's just a pwp. I understand that may not be what you asked for, so I apologise in advance. If you'd still like it purely inspired by the song, send me anothe request! happy to do that. Anyways, here you go, and i hope you enjoy :)

My requests are open. Send me stuff! Please read the rules before asking, and be advised there is a slight wait time right now. But I will post for sure. :)

PS: this is not proofread pl ignore grammar errors ugh </3

You knew what you were doing when you picked that skirt this morning—just the right length to be office-appropriate, but the way Aaron’s eyes had trailed over you during the morning briefing? 

Oh, he noticed. 

The subtle clench of his jaw. The way he didn’t trust himself to speak when you leaned across the table.

So when your phone buzzed with a single message—“Be home by 7. Don’t make me ask twice. — A.H.”—your stomach fluttered, anticipation thrumming under your skin all day.

So there you were, perched on the edge of the couch, legs curled under you, heart racing every time you thought you heard footsteps. Your gaze flitted between the clock— 6:59 pm— and the door. Hair down just the way he liked, lip gloss fresh, and that skirt? Still on… for now.

The front door clicked open at 7:01 pm. You pretended not to rush to your feet, but you were already standing by the time he stepped in, briefcase in one hand, jacket slung over his shoulder, and shirt sleeves rolled up in ways that should be criminalised.

Aaron paused in the doorway, gaze sweeping over you—lingering for a moment too long on that damn skirt— and you swear you heard the faintest groan under his breath.

“One minute late. I was concerned,” you teased, stepping closer, heart hammering.

He dropped the briefcase by the entryway, his response low and deliberate. “You’re lucky I didn’t pull you into an empty conference room the second you crossed your legs in that thing.”

“I had no idea I had such an effect on you,” you said coyly, not meeting his eyes.

Hotch closed the space between you with deliberate confidence. “You knew exactly what you were doing, honey,” he murmured, voice rich with heat. “You knew since the second you chose to wear the skirt this morning.”

You grazed your fingers against the inside of his wrist, feather-light. “It’s just a skirt, Aaron.”

“Oh no, honey. Don’t play dumb. That wasn’t just a skirt,” he whispered in your ear, “That was a direct challenge. I know it’s been a while, but did you really think you’d get away with that?”

Your breath hitched.

“Not really,” you grinned.

“For that,” Aaron continued, pulling back just enough to meet your eyes, “you’re going to sit on the couch, hands in your lap, and wait for me to change. When I’m back..” His gaze dropped, slow and loaded. “We’re going to have a long conversation about office conduct and dress codes.”

You swallowed, cheeks flushing. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Sir— Yes, sir.”

“Good girl,” he whispered, lips brushing your temple, making your knees weak. Then he disappeared down the hall, leaving you breathless and buzzing.

You smoothed your skirt down with sweaty palms, sinking onto the couch, exactly as instructed.

The seconds dragged out like honey. You heard drawers opening and the soft shuffle of footsteps in the distance. You shifted nervously, thighs brushing together, all too aware of how empty the room felt without Aaron— and how charged the air felt because of him.

You glanced at the hallway, straining for a glimpse, but… nothing. Just silence. 

Until— finally— he returned.

He’d changed. No suit. No tie. Just a fitted black T-shirt and grey sweats that hug his frame like they were tailored to him. That somehow made it worse. Or better. You weren’t sure. The only thing you knew was that your pulse was somewhere in your throat.

Aaron stood a few feet away, arms crossed. His eyes roamed over you slowly, like he was savouring the sight of you sitting right where he left you— obedient, flushed, hands resting together like a schoolgirl waiting for her reprimand.

He tilted his head. “Didn’t move an inch.”

“Didn’t dare,” you murmured, voice shaky.

His lips twitched. You might’ve mistaken it for a smile, but you knew better. It didn’t even reach his eyes. “Smart girl.”

He moved, then, stalking over to your direction— there was no better word for it, the way he moved was downright predatory. He sat beside you, close but still not touching. That restraint—that discipline— was more unbearable than anything else. His arm snaked behind your shoulders on the back of the couch, like he was in no rush, like he had all the time in the world.

“Sometimes I wonder why you pull these stunts, sweet girl,” he started, voice like velvet and smoke.

“What do you mean?” You managed. Nervousness pooled in your belly.

“If you wanted my attention, you could’ve just asked.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

At that, Aaron leaned in, brushing his lips against the shell of your ear. “You should know better. You distracted me all day today. That’s not done for a Unit Chief, is it?”

You didn’t say a word. You couldn’t. He was moving down the column of your neck, and he was dangerously close to that spot behind your ear. The one that had you lolling your head back in bliss every time he nipped it with his teeth.

“I know how you cross your legs when you’re pretending not to be flustered. I know the way you bite your lip when you want me to look. You played with fire today, sweetheart.”

Your lips parted, a faint breath escaping. “Are you mad?”

He pulled away to look at you. “No,” he said quietly. “I’m impressed.”

Aaron moved his hand then, slow, deliberate, fingers brushing the edge of your skirt just above the knee. Not inappropriate. Just enough to remind you who’s in control.

“You have my attention now,” he murmured. “The question is— what are you going to do with it?”

You smiled, shy and bold all at once. “Whatever you tell me to.”

“Good answer.”

His hand moved upwards, past the hem of your skirt. “You always follow orders so well in the field,” he whispered, thumb skimming the inside of your thigh, “But here? In private?” His voice dipped lower, darker. “You like testing me.”

You couldn’t disagree with that. You enjoyed seeing how much you could get away with before he snapped. Before that thin veil of professionalism cracked and gave way to something rougher. Something earned.

“It’s time I teach you a lesson,” he continued. “One you’ll remember next time you decide to tease me at work.”

Your stomach flipped. 

“Turn around and get on the couch,” he commanded, and you obeyed, heat flooding your cheeks as your palms met the backrest. You could feel the weight of his gaze behind you—Aaron didn’t move for a moment. He just stood there, watching.

Almost a minute ticked by before he moved again. He lifted your skirt slowly, baring the soft curve of your ass. His touch lingered, and you almost whimpered, before he leaned over you to whisper, “Count for me.”

The first spank was firm, more sting than pain, and it stole the breath from your lungs.

“One,” you gasped, gripping the back of the couch.

“You know what you did, don’t you?” Another crack against your skin, sharper this time. “Wearing that little skirt. Laughing at Morgan’s jokes. Not looking at me.”

“Two,” you whispered, thighs pressing together instinctively. Your body was already betraying you, damp heat pooling between your legs.

“You’re mine,” he growled, delivering the third spank, this one lower, right across the softest part of you.

“Three.”

His hand soothed the sting, gentle now, fingertips trailing over the burn. “You’re wet,” he said, voice low and pleased. “You like being punished.”

You nodded, pressing back against his hand shamelessly. “Yes, sir.”

The title made Aaron groan, fingers tightening on your hip. “That’s right. You’re going to behave now, aren’t you?”

You moaned as he leaned in, pressing a kiss to your spine. “Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.”

He slid his hand between your legs then, and the teasing stopped. The leather of the couch was cool beneath your skin, a sharp contrast to the molten heat spreading low in your belly. Your knees dug into the cushions, skirt hiked up to your waist, panties still clinging damp between your thighs.

“I suggest you lean forward, sweet girl,” he said quietly. “Now.”

You obeyed instantly, arms stretching forward, back arching as you settled into place. Exposed. Ready.

You heard the soft rustle of Aaron tugging his drawstrings loose. Your breathing sped up.

“You wanted to be a brat today, so here’s what you’ve earned.” His hand came down again, bare this time. The sound echoed in the room—sharp, humiliating, delicious.

You jolted forward with a strangled gasp. “Four.”

Another. The burn blossomed bright, pulsing through your body like lightning.

“Five.”

He leaned in close, his rough calluses on his fingers dragging against your inner thigh like a warning. “Do you even know how badly I wanted to bend you over my desk today? In front of everyone?” he whispered, his voice low and cutting. “To show them all who you really belong to?”

You whimpered, hips rocking back against him, craving contact, craving him. “Aaron, please.”

“You tease me in public, but you act so obedient at home,” he continued. His other hand came up to wrap loosely around your throat, not tight, just there. A reminder. A leash.

The moan tumbles out of your mouth before you can even think to stop it, heart racing. Arousal was taking over every sense, and the need was blinding you. You needed more, and you needed it now.

He squeezed his fingers gently around your neck, enough to make you tilt your head. “Say it.”

“I belong to you,” you whispered, voice shaking.

“I didn’t hear you.”

“I belong to you.”

“That’s better.”

The next slap snapped across your ass with brutal, perfect precision that had your knees wobbling. The cry that escaped you was guttural, raw.

“Six.”

Aaron growled low behind you. “Look at you— trembling and soaked. You’re so good when you’re being ruined.”

He hooked his index finger in your panties and pulled them to the side, fingers slipping through your slick folds without hesitation. You gasped, thighs quivering as teased your clit, hips rocking involuntarily into his palm. You hadn’t known how bad you’d needed this.

“Beg for it.”

You swallowed your pride, shivering, desperate. “Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me, Aaron.”

You barely had time to register the swish of fabric before your world shattered.

He didn’t wait. Didn’t ease in. He gripped your hips and filled you in one deep, punishing thrust that had you crying out so loud it barely sounded human. You clawed at the couch, barely holding on as he fucked you—hard, relentless, every thrust a reminder of who you belonged to.

“Count.”

You could barely think. “S-seven…”

Another thrust. Deeper. Rougher.

“Eight.”

He reached around and circled your clit, rubbing tight, cruel little circles that made your eyes roll back.

“Nine—oh fuck,” you scream, pleasure arcing through every fibre your being. All you could do was hold on to the couch and take it.

“You gonna come on my cock like a good girl?”

“Yes—yes, please, I’m—”

Your orgasm hit you like a freight train, body clenching, thighs shaking as you cried out, legs giving way beneath you. He didn’t stop. Didn’t slow down. Just fucked you through it, hips slamming into yours until he groaned deeply, and spilled inside you.

Silence followed. Just your ragged breathing mingling with his, and the soft creak of leather beneath you both.

Aaron stayed buried inside you for a moment, large hands stroking soothingly over your back. Then his voice—softer, still rough.

“Next time, maybe you’ll think twice before wearing that little skirt in front of the team.”

You smiled into the couch cushion, boneless and sated.

“No,” you whispered. “I hope I forget.”

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[enha-hype]

&team - period care pt 2 ♡ (maknae line) hyung line

how each member deals with/reacts to different period symptoms

pairing: bf!&team x afab!reader

genre: fluff, comfort, poor attempt at humour lol, little bit of angst in taki’s

warnings: cursing, mentions of nausea, period pain, mentions about food and eating problems but not ED related

w.c.: around 500-700 for each member

a/n: finally back with the part 2 i promised!! taki's turned out to be a little longer than the rest...okay maybe a lot lol (1k). but i didn't want it to be half-assed either so yeah.

posting this on my period.... where is my loving caring boyfriend 😞

🪐 yuma (fatigue)

it's one of those days where you really really do not want to step out of the house (more like the couch in the living room), much less do anything that requires any physical activity. which is not good, because you and yuma have a picnic planned for today at this cute little spot which requires a bit of walking and cycling to get there. and you are absolutely in no mood for that.

(more under the cut!)

at first you think about just sucking it up and getting it over with. but you'll probably be moody and grumpy the whole time and yuma deserves better than that. you would also like it if you could go when you would actually be able to enjoy it.

no other way around it then. you let out a long dramatic sigh and grab your phone to dial your boyfriend. he picks up on the second ring.

“yuma…”

“yes sweetie?!” he sounds so excited you feel doubly worse for what you're about to do.

you chew on the inside of your cheek. “okay, please don't be mad, but…”

“what? did you watch another episode of resident playbook without me again?”

“no! i was just wondering if we could... maybe postpone our picnic date and just stay in instead today?” there's a beat of silence.

“i am SO mad that i'm gonna come over with your favourite snacks and punish you with kisses all over your face before we watch the next episode of resident playbook together,”

you heave a sigh of relief. you knew he wouldn't really be mad – you had been more worried about disappointing him but the fact that he was being so chill about it eased your mind. “ugh, i love you. i'm sorry baby, i know you were really excited about today,”

“it’s okay. i know you were looking forward to it too so if you wanna postpone it there must be a reason. is everything okay? you sound a little off,”

if he were here, you would've kissed him for that.

“i just feel dead tired and don't feel like doing anything today. plus i couldn't get much sleep last night because i kept waking up to pee,” you frown, “i have the bladder control of a pregnant woman when i'm on my period, which is ironic,”

he chuckles. “sorry to hear that, sweetie. do you want me to get you anything on the way? do you have enough tampons at home?”

“yeah i do, thank you. oh but could you get some ice cream?”

“of course. you sure you don't need anything else? juice? diapers?”

“diapers? i don't use period diapers.”

“i didn't mean period diapers. i meant adult diapers in case, you know, you piss yourself or something,” he teases, and you can picture his cute little snaggletooth sticking out (ik he doesn't have his snaggletooth anymore but let me have this plis i miss it 😭) as he grins mischievously.

“ha ha very funny. let's see how funny it is when you get here and i tickle you until you piss yourself,”

“yeah no okay no pissing. only kissing please. do you have the energy for that?” the teasing tone of his voice makes you blush just a little.

“oh there will be plenty of kissing, nakakita yuma, don't you worry about that,”

“well then i guess i'd better hurry,”

🪐 jo (cravings)

it is no secret that asakura jo is an absolute sweetheart, someone who is too nice for his own good. he finds it hard to say no in general, but even more so when it's you and you're giving him you're biggest, widest puppy eyes. he would've caved even without you doing all that, honestly. so needless to say, whenever you're craving anything – especially on the days leading up to and during your period – he makes sure you have it even if it's 11 pm, because he wants to do anything he can to help make it easier.

however, he soon learns his lesson when he sees the damage his overindulgence does to you. he realises the sort of foods you crave also unfortunately happen to be the sort of foods that made cramps and other period symptoms worse. obviously, this is not news to you. you just figure that if you were going to be miserable either way, you might as well eat what you like at least. but jo makes up his mind to change things, and it does not start well. for someone so soft-spoken, you find that jo could be surprisingly assertive when he wanted to. and you do not like it at all, especially since you are so used to just him giving in to whatever you want.

while he makes it seem easy, only he knows the effort that goes into staying resolute. he hates seeing you sulk and wants to do anything to make you smile again. but then he reminds himself that you'll be the one to suffer later, and that helps him hold his ground.

he does not completely cut you off from your guilty pleasures, of course. he just makes sure you have limited and carefully curated access to it, unlike before. it takes you a little getting used to, and you whine and complain about it even though you are aware of the fact that you are probably acting like a spoiled little kid throwing a tantrum and well, it isn't far from the truth - you were used to being spoiled by your sweetheart of a boyfriend. but even though jo hates to see you pout, he continues to remain firm. to make things easier for you, he even looks up recipes and makes you dishes using healthy ingredients and tries to make them as suited to your taste as possible.

he keeps track of your cycle and starts keeping an eye on your diet a couple of days before your period is due – which is exactly when the cravings start. today is one such day when you are displeased with this arrangement – it's the third day of your cycle and you're desperately craving some caffè mocha, but jo said you've already used up your share of cheat meal/drink for today. you sit there sulking like you usually do, half-heartedly working on your assignment.

then it hits you that not only have your cramps substantially reduced this cycle, you also don't feel as tired as you usually do. your other symptoms are better too. guilt kicks in along with the realisation – all that he has been doing really did help.

you abashedly make your way to his room where you find him sketching. you stand at the door watching him for a while, then walk over and wrap your arms around him from behind.

“jojo….” you start, your tone apologetic.

putting his pencil down, he turns around in his chair and pulls you into his lap. “not mad at me anymore?” he asks, a soft smile on his lips. the smile is not teasing or gloating, just pure and pretty, like him.

you bury your face in his neck and groan. you've been a brat and this is still how he reacts? you suppose you shouldn't be surprised.

“you need to stop being so nice…. you've spoiled me rotten,” you mutter.

he chuckles. “ahh, so it's my fault?”

“no, it's not. i'm sorry, jojo. you're so sweet and thoughtful and i have been behaving like a starving victorian child. i've been doing nothing but complain and whine,”

“it's okay sweetie, i know it's hard,” he says, stroking your hair. “if i had periods i'd probably be way more dramatic,”

“oh, no, i think you would still be a saint,” you say and tilt his chin up as you lean in for a kiss.

🪐 harua (nausea)

it has only been a few months since you started dating harua so he doesn't know everything about you yet. like why you go MIA for a few consecutive days every month where he is only able to contact you through texts. on those days, you usually tell him something came up at your part-time job or that you're staying over at your friend's place or that you have to meet your grandma.

today, however, you decide to be somewhat truthful for once. which you end up regretting when he shows up at your door half an hour later. it goes like this:

harua🐇: hi y/n!! d'you wanna go shopping with me later today?

you : i would've loved to but i'm not feeling too good right now so maybe some other day? sorry xoxo

harua🐇: oh, okay, it's np! ♡ hope you feel better soon :(

and then he shows up at your place and your heart drops. under normal circumstances, you would've been happy to see him but right now you're positive you look like shit.

harua doesn't care about that, however – at least not in the way you do. how could he not come when you told him you weren't feeling well? he even brought a sick kit, although unfortunately it doesn't have much to help the kind of ‘sick’ you are right now – he thinks you probably have a cold or are running a temperature.

“oh rua….you're so sweet. but you really didn't have to come,” you say, hastily smoothing out your hair and fixing your shirt.

“no, i'm glad i came. you don't look too good, are you okay standing?” he leads you to your couch and sits down beside you, scrutinizing you with concern.

“no it's really okay…i go through this every month…” you begin, and he tilts his head quizzically.

you sigh with defeat. “i might as well just tell you, i guess. i'm not actually sick, i'm just on my period…i get horribly nauseous during the first three days of my cycle and sometimes even end up puking. i didn't want to tell you because well, it's not exactly a fun fact, is it?”

realisation dawns on him. “ohhh, so that's why you disappear for a few days every month!”

you smile sheepishly, your cheeks flushing. “yeah. i didn't think you kept track,”

“please, i was starting to think you were a werewolf or something and needed to get away to phase,”

you start to laugh but stop midway when you feel a wave of queasiness coming on and immediately clamp your mouth shut with your hand.

“y/n? you okay?”

you put your head between your knees and hold one hand up. thankfully it passes soon, and you sit up when you feel a little better.

“i think you should leave now,” you tell him.

“why? do you not want me here?”

“yes. i mean, no, not that i don't want you here– well i don't– but it's not because…i just…what if i puke? i don't want–”

“i'll hold your hair up,” he shrugs nonchalantly, like it's the most obvious thing ever.

you stare at him incredulously. he returns your gaze with his own stubborn one.

“did you perchance forget that i'm your boyfriend?” he asks, arching an eyebrow.

“no?”

“then treat me like one, will you? let me be here for you,”

and how could you say no to that?

he does, however, leave soon after, saying he needs to run somewhere real quick and that he'll be back before you know it. he returns with lemon soda, ginger ale and some mint leaves for peppermint tea.

“stuff that helps with nausea, apparently,” he explains when you look at him questioningly. “did a quick google search. oh, i also bought some scented candles although i don't know how effective those will be… i didn't know what you might like so i picked up a bunch of random ones. i know you like citrus fruits so i bought a few of those and these here are floral scents. later when you're feeling better we can go together and pick more out–”

you pull him into a tight hug, catching him off guard. “i love you,”

he smiles and squeezes you back in return. “in case it wasn't already clear, i love you too,”

🪐 taki (irritability)

you've had a rough day. your professor had shouted at you in front of the whole class for something that hadn't even been your fault. then he made you walk all around campus running errands for him. and like that wasn't enough, you tripped and fell in PE. you didn't sustain any major injuries - just a few scrapes here and there but it was nonetheless not fun and extremely humiliating. you heard a few classmates snickering. and to top it all off, you're on your period.

given the mentally and physically exhausting day you've had, you're so relieved to finally come home and be able to sulk in peace. but before long, your flatmate who is also your boyfriend, also gets home – the one day you're not excited he's home early. while you love him dearly, you would really like some alone time right now.

taki is known as the mood maker in every room he's in. he's lively and cheerful and talkative and fun to be around. he loves putting a smile on people's faces so when he comes home to his favourite person evidently in a shitty mood, what does he do? takes it upon himself to make sure you're smiling again, of course.

and so it begins. he starts talking about everything he did that day and everything he's going to do tomorrow and about the date he has planned for you this week and what he's going to make for dinner tonight. he doesn't ask you about your day because he doesn't wanna make you talk about something you clearly don't want to. and so he talks on your behalf as well. you usually love it when he yaps away like this, he talks so animatedly it's endearing to watch. a lot of the time when he goes on one of his ‘yappathons’ as you call it, you're the embodiment of the blah blah blah proper name place name backstory stuff meme.

but not right now, not today. right now you're just sitting there silently, your irritation steadily rising, willing him to stop. if only you had said that out loud instead of bottling up until it burst, what happens next could have been avoided.

the final straw comes when he starts telling you about how one of his friends fell and how it was so funny everyone was laughing including the guy who fell. little do you know that he's doing this solely in an attempt to get you to laugh or at least crack a smile – nobody fell, at least not today. the logical part of you knows taki does not know that you yourself had an embarrassing fall today and so he most definitely does not mean this to be a jab at you, leaving your ego bruised. the logical part of you also knows that the anger you're feeling towards him right now is misdirected and irrational. but you're already so done at that point that logic flies out the window and you just snap at him.

“oh my god taki can you shut the hell up and leave me alone for ten minutes?! will your head explode if you don't keep talking all the damn time?”

taki was evidently not expecting such a reaction. he stares at you for a few seconds, stunned into silence. then he mumbles a sorry and gets up and walks away without another word. you hear the front door click shut a minute later. great. as if this godforsaken day hadn't been bad enough you've also managed to hurt the one person who was actually trying to make it better. tears prick your eyes as regret and worry slowly eats you up.

it is only when he returns a little after an hour later that you breathe a sigh of relief. he doesn't so much as look in your direction, however, and heads straight to his room.

“taki, wait!” you call after him.

he stops, but doesn't turn around. you go over to him and take his hand, and he finally looks up at you. his expression is sharp and unreadable, but the hurt is evident in his eyes.

“i'm...really sorry, taki. you didn't deserve that. it was a shitty thing to say and i wasn't even mad at you, i just had a shitty day and am on my period and needed a bit of time to myself to calm down. one of my professors shouted at me for something i didn't even do and then he made me go all around campus asking me to do this and that and then i tripped over my own fucking feet and fell in PE and it was so embaassing–”

“you fell? are you okay?” he asks, eyes wide and hands immediately flying up to clutch your arms.

you wince. “yeah, it was nothing. just a few scrapes and uh, you're actually kind of pressing on one right now,” you say, holding up your elbow.

he lets go immediately. “shit, sorry. where else did you get hurt? did you clean it properly and apply antiseptic cream?”

“yes, i did, i'm fine really,” you assure him, taking his hand in yours again and stroking it, feeling simultaneously guilty and relieved at how quickly whatever anger and hurt he might've felt about what you said earlier dissolved when you told him what happened.

he looks down at his hand in yours, then back up at you and sighs, lacing his fingers with yours. “if you needed some time to yourself you could've just told me, you know,”

“i know, i'm sorry. it was stupid. i'll tell you next time, i promise. don't take what i said to heart okay?”

he smiles a little. “it's alright. i know i would've been worse if i were to get my period,”

“way worse,” you agree, and he hits you playfully.

“so, am i still your favourite yapper?” he asks.

you roll your eyes and pull him close to kiss his cheek. “always,”

his smile widens and your heart feels lighter. “alright then, come on,” he says, tugging your hand. “tell me what you feel like doing. i'll make up for the shitty day the universe dealt you,”

🪐 maki (stomach and back pain)

you and your boyfriend are having a movie night with your friends taki and harua at his place. taki has the bean bag while you, harua and maki are sitting on the couch in that order – they usually try to keep you and maki separated during movie nights because otherwise you either won't keep your hands off of each other or keep making jokes and speculations about what's going to happen next.

halfway through the film, harua and taki are deeply engrossed in the murder mystery but maki has noticed that you haven't been able to sit still for some time now – it's clear you're uncomfortable. but he knows it's not because of the movie because you've always had a stronger stomach for gore and morbid stuff than he has.

he discreetly reaches for his phone to text you.

maki : why have you been squirming and wiggling for the past ten minutes. are you testing out the ‘would you still love me if i was a worm’ hypothetical?

your phone pings, notifying a message. when you grab it to reply, harua rolls his eyes. maybe they should confiscate your phones as well the next time.

you : no tf 😭 im just tryna get comfortable cuz my back and stomach hurts :( d’you think i could go lay down just for a few minutes maybe?

maki : what omg

maki : is it cuz of your period? why didn't you tell me sooner? and ofc you can go lay down you don't even have to ask!! actually wait i'll come with you

before you can tell him it's fine he's already speaking up.

“hey guys, you can continue watching the movie. y/n isn't feeling well so we're gonna take a little break and come back later,”

taki and harua enquire after you with concern and you assure them you'll be fine if you just rest for a bit. they don't even ask maki why he's accompanying you to the bedroom because they know there's no way he'll be able to focus on a movie when there's even the slightest thing bothering you.

the relief you feel when your back hits the soft mattress is palpable. “ohhh that feels so good…”

“better? what about your stomach?” maki asks, caressing your cheek, his forehead creased with worry.

“still hurts a bit,” you frown, placing your hands on the area where it hurts. “should've brought my heating pad. but it's fine,”

“do you want me to go get you one, babe? i'll try to be back as soon as i can,” maki says as he gets up but you pull him down.

“nooo don't go anywhere. stay here,”

“but i want to help,”

“well then…” you take both his hands in yours and his eyes widen as you pull up your top, leaving your stomach exposed. then you place both of his hands on the lower part of your stomach. as expected, the warmth and the pressure eases the ache a little. “don’t press too much but just apply a bit of pressure here like you're doing now,” you instruct.

he leans over your abdomen and wags a threatening finger at it, “hey you, stop hurting my partner or else!” he looks up at you beaming. “is that enough pressure?”

it's dumb and not even that funny, but you can't help giggling. “you are so silly,”

“silly in loooove,” he sings and you roll your eyes. with his hands still on your stomach he leans down to kiss your belly button.

you giggle and then wince. “babe i'm not sure doing anything ticklish is a good idea right now,”

“right, sorry,”

the both of you end up talking about the movie and you fall asleep listening to him ramble about who he thinks the killer might be and why. he keeps his hands on your stomach until you wake up an hour later and assure him you're more than fine.

divider credits: @/saradika-graphics

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OH DEAR GODS PEOPLE ACTUALLY LIKED MY WRITING???? I hope y’all know I’m freaking out about this, it will get to my head (my apolocheese)

Anyways, a singular person asked for more… so… more it is!!

Again with all of this I know almost NOTHING about the game, I’ve missed out on a lot of lore since I am simply a card collector… and I’m very biased towards characters 😭‼️

Also this was NOT proofread properly (I’m doing this on no sleep at eight in the morning.)

Anyways, part 1 is here!

Also I’m basing their schedules around THIS post here!! (I think it’s official stuff? Idk)

Thank you for listening to me yap… back to being isekaid!!!! (I still do not know how to spell that)

Oh also there’s angst ish in here? Idk man I’m just writing out my thoughts at this point LOL

OH FUCK AN ISEKAI

Alright well sleeping was… a nightmare. All five of them argued until you eventually gave up and went to the couch. Damn boys, they’re gonna make your life trouble and you know it. But you gotta admit… five guys fawning all over you is kinda nice! The attention? Fantastic. They give you massages? UGH, so nice.

Well… you’ll need one of those mentioned massages tomorrow, you know damn well your back is going to be killing you in the morning.

You’re surprised to see Sylus walk into the living room, sitting next to you.

“You shouldn’t sleep out here sweetie, it’s not good for your body… what if I took you back to the N109 zone with me? You could sleep in a nice comfortable bed there and there would be much more space”

You groan, sitting up

“The only way I will do that is if you bring the other four with us. You need to remember that we are all not technically in our own universes since this ISNT the main storyline of the game. I don’t want them to be stranded here, I’d feel bad about that”

He sighs, but smiles down at you, pulling your head into his lap.

“Always thinking of others before yourself hm sweetie? Be a bit selfish sometimes okay?”

You huff, but relax into his embrace nonetheless.

“Yeah… I’ll try. Why are you up anyways? Couldn’t sleep?”

He’s running his fingers through your hair (or just rubbing your bald head, idk man) and chuckles down at you.

“Oh come on, I thought you knew all about us”

He’s teasing you… cocky mf-

“The N109 zone doesn’t have a day or night technically, so my schedule is a bit off from everyone else”

Oooooooh… riiiight… you had forgotten about that, honestly there’s probably so much you’ve forgotten. You never did read through the events or stories, just let them play in the background to get more pulls for banners… maybe you should get back into the story after all this blows over… or then again… maybe you won’t have to due to being with them all the time now.

“Right… I forgot about that… well I’m… tired. So I’m going to sleep- lemme move-“

You’re trying to shuffle off his lap to not disturb him, but he just rests a hand on the small of your back and tells you to ‘not worry’ and that he can ‘handle you sleeping for a bit’

…that’s sweet…

You’re relaxing into him almost immediately and drifting off, letting your slumber take over you.

What you don’t know however, is that once sylus is sure you’re asleep, he’s analyzing you, trying to see if this was all some ploy to not be caught for cheating… but it’s really a different person. What was once a person he knew was now just someone who knew him. It was a strange feeling, they had the face of the one he loved, they almost sounded like them too— they just spoke differently. It felt so right and yet so wrong to have you there… maybe he should have Zayne give you a physical checkup tomorrow, make sure you’re healthy and all.

Sylus tries to not care for you, after all… you’re not HIS, not the person he knew. But you acted the same in so many ways… hopefully this can all be fixed. For now though, he sits running his fingers through your hair as he reads a book.

~Timeskip~

It’s morning now and you groggily wake up to the smell of bacon. You’re sitting up, rubbing your sleep ridden eyes as a cheerful voice calls out from the kitchen.

“Oh! Sorry pips, did I wake you up?”

You’re standing now, walking over to Caleb with a yawn.

“Nono… I just woke up… whatcha making?”

He’s all smiles, you’re honestly not sure how he has so much energy at six in the morning but whatever.

“Just some bacon and eggs! Want some?”

He says with a grin, pointing to the plate of bacon and eggs. You pause, eyeing the plate.

“Were the eggs made first? I’m allergic and can’t really risk cross contamination… don’t wanna die today, y’know?” (I’m reminding y’all that this is ME written as if it’s YOU. We ain’t having eggs together homies 🫵🥲)

“Oh?? Uh… I think so? Maybe you shouldn’t eat them to be safe… I’ll make you something else!”

He’s saying while already looking for something else to make… at least they know where everything in this apartment is located, I’ve got no clue.

You’re trying to find bread and hear him mumbling something about how his version of you isn’t allergic to anything… guess that’s a difference.

He sees you rifling through literally every drawer and pats you on the head.

“You know you can ask for things… right?”

“Well- maybe I just wanted to see if I could do it myself, this is technically my apartment after all… but uh… where’s the bread?”

He’s laughing at you, pointing to the bread literally in the counter, you blind blind mf. Your shoulders almost slump in defeat as you pop some toast into the toaster and open the fridge. Huh… fully stocked… that’s nice, where’s the butter though…

As if reading your mind, Caleb walks behind you and grabs the butter for you.

“Here, it’s buried in there, you wouldn’t have found it alone”

You’re just kinda looking up at him, he’d got you cages in between him and the door- HE DID THE HOT THING WHERE THEY GRAB SOMETHING FOR YOU GANG. Ugh you forget that this is a game about flirting and they’re gonna be doing that.

“Oh… right, thank you”

You’re quickly scurrying away from him— and as everyone does, you get spooked by the damn toaster. That mf laughs at you AGAIN. Jerk…

Anyways you’re buttering your toast and watching as he plates his food, having made extra for the others… that’s sweet of him.

“I usually ask my version of you to work out in the mornings… so… would you want to join me for a morning workout after breakfast?”

You look up from your toast, a mouthful and crumbs on your face, he just smiles at you as you swallow your food and wipe your face.

“Mm- sure? Im not the strongest though so expect me to not keep up.”

Which gets you thinking… how in the hell are you going to do the job of the MC??? There’s no way you could deal with wanderers… would you being here jeopardize the job the MC has? Oh gods I mean you can technically rely on the guys for money but what if they get sick of you not being their MC. Not only that, is time passing back home? Will people realize you’re gone? Are you going to end up like an unsolved crime case?

“Hey… are you okay?”

His voice snaps you out of the despair trace you were in, you look up at him with wide eyes and see him looking at you concerned.

“Oh… yeah sorry I was just thinking… I’ll join you for the workout, it’ll probably take my mind off things.”

You’re trying to keep smiling, you’ve been obsessed with these men for months and they’re literally all here, you should just enjoy this in case it’s a dream, y’know?

He’d still visibly concerned but decides to drop it, finishing his food and grabbing yours and his empty plates, putting them in the sink to wash later.

“Well let’s go workout then shall we? You can sit on my back while I do pushups? Alright pips?”

OH BOY!!! You’re standing with a smile, nodding along and following him along to the door, pausing and looking down at your clothes.

“Ooooh wait I need to change my clothes first”

You begin to wander back to what you found out is your room, walking in to see Zayne buttoning up his shirt, and Rafayel and Xavier cuddled up in bed… well more like Xavier cuddling up to Rafayel but whatever they look kinda cute, y’know?

You smile at Zayne, he just nods to you, finishing putting his shirt on.

“There’s breakfast there, Caleb made eggs and Bacon, plus bread for toast”

You’re saying as you walk over to the closet, rifling through the clothes there. You know that MC has got to have something for a workout other than this damn hunters uniform… surely right?

Oh thank the gods they do. (I actually could not find one but I’m gonna guess MC has a workout outfit)

“Are you working out? Have you eaten breakfast yet?”

You turn to see Zayne, who is now hovering behind you.

“Oh! Yeah Caleb invited me to workout with him, I guess him and the me you know worked out in the mornings”

He just nods.

“Alright, enjoy that then, I’ll be back later, I’m going to try and stay with you overnight and whatnot to see if I can help figure out what’s going on, the rest of the men have also agreed they want to be around as well.”

You just nod, biting at your lip slightly. It’s sweet that they care about you enough, but you’re sure they’re only caring because they want their old lives back. You can’t really blame them though since you just want your life back too. Again, it’s nice to be here with men you’ve simped over… but you have friends, parents… ugh be positive damnit, we can’t be depressed all the time.

“Right okay…“

You’re trailing off, not really knowing how to proceed.

“The white haired man— Sylus I believe? He mentioned that I should give you a checkup at some point today. Would you rather visit the hospital during my lunch break or wait I til I get back?”

You raise an eyebrow at his words. Oh boy these mfs are in for a TREAT, they’ll never expect the amount of things wrong with me. Huh that begs the question, will my body function differently than theirs? I mean obviously I don’t have the protocore heart and whatever else… but is it different since they’re game characters?

OH MF YOU DIDNT ANSWER-

“Probably just when you get back, I’m not really sure how to get to the hospital after all.”

He just nods, patting you on the head and walking out.

“Sounds good, I’ll expect you to be ready when I get home then. Have a good day.”

HE’S SO STOIC???? I don’t know how to feel bout that but whATEVER YOURE SUPPOSED TO BE WORKING OUT.

You gather your clothes and move over to the bathroom, as you’re getting dressed you can hear Rafayel waking up and causing a ruckus over being cuddled by Xavier. God damn he’s loud…

You’re changed now and walk back to the living room, where Caleb is sat on the couch waiting for you.

“Ah! Finally pips! Felt like I was gonna have to search for you in case you had gotten lost!”

He’s honestly adjusted really well to the fact that I’m not the me he knows. I wonder if it’s a facade, I know damn well he cares a great deal for his version of me. STOP THINKING SO NEGATIVELY. DAMN.

Anyways you’re smiling slightly at his words, listening to him yap about what he’s planning to do for his workout, it’s just going in one ear and right out the other if I’m being real.

You leave the apartment and go to the gym that I guess the apartment has? (I’m making things up as I go at this point, things will just appear as I need them too)

He’s doing weights and stuff, you’re struggling to get through his tough workout (I’m crippled sorry gang, if I gotta struggle so do you 💔)

He notices this of course and slows his pace down, eventually stopping and patting you on the shoulder.

“Hey… you don’t need to do this y’know?”

You just sigh and look up at him defeated.

“Does your version of me do this every day? That bitch is ATHLETIC.”

He laughs at you and offers to just help him with his workout I stead, which you joyfully agree to, watching Caleb workout? YES PLEASE.

So now here you are, sat on his back and counting his pushups for him. Huh, suddenly the angst from earlier is gone as you watch his ARMS??? UGHHHH 🤩

He eventually finished that up though (UNFORTUNATELY) and just looks up at you… still on his back, making it just a lil bit hard to get up.

“Pips… you gotta move y’know?- I will just roll you over, you should know this.”

Oh we gotta know what that means.

“Hm? The ground is talking, how strange…”

You’re looking up at the ceiling with an almost expectant grin on your face, which he does not fail to realize. Well you asked for it.

Suddenly he has managed to roll you off him and have you underneath him. Don’t ask the logistics of it, just go with it.

You’re looking up at him with wide eyes, Christ it was fast— how in the hell did he do that???

He just chuckles and gets off of you, offering a hand out for you to take, which you do and he pulls you up. "l have to say, you don't act all that different, it's easy to forget you're not the same person I've known." OUCH????? OK ANGST IS BACK IG??? He's walking you back up to your apartment, the hand he used to help you up now wrapped around your shoulder "Oh?.. is that... a bad thing?" "I suppose it isn't! It makes you fun to be around!" "Ah okay..." You trail off, you know what you want to ask but... "What happens if you can't get... the other me back?" The words tumble out of your mouth before you can think to stop them, he almost freezes in his tracks but keeps walking, smile faltering slightly. "I'm... not sure..." "Would you stick around knowing I'm not the person you knew? Or are you just here to get them back?"

He doesn't know how to answer you, because of course he wants his version of you back... but would he just.. leave? He doesn't even know himself. "For now lets not worry about that, okay pips? I'm here now and that's all that really matters, we'll figure everything out eventually" You just nod, looking down and mumbling a small apology... well that's... sad. So anyways you finally make it back to the apartment, and head to your room to grab a basic outfit.

Xavier is STILL asleep- does this mf have narcolepsy??? Whatever, you grab your outfit and turn to go to the bathroom, you need a shower to think again, plus you smell like sweat.

The door to the bathroom is closed when you get there, you knock only to hear Rafayel telling you to come in. You walk in and OH MY STARS-

“OH- sorry didn’t realize you would be IN the bath- I can come back later I’m so sorry-“

He cuts you off with a wave of his hand.

“No no it’s okay, did you need something?”

He’s asking with a slight tilt to his head. Dear gods man he is sculpted like a god, probably because he literally is one- STOP STARING.

You manage to snap yourself out of it, face absolutely red and looking down at the clothes in your hands.

“Sorry I was just trying to shower and get dressed- I can do so later-“

He’s sitting up in the bathtub, motioning for you to come closer.

“You can come bathe with me if you’d like? I don’t mind sharing.”

SIR?????? You are red as a lobster and I fear he is reveling in this fact— HOW IS HE SO CALM ABOUT THIS????

“No- that’s fine I’ll just… see myself out… thanks for the offer though”

You manage to mumble out, looking anywhere but at him and finally turning yer butt around to walk out. You hear him chuckle behind you and call out to you as you shut the door, playful as ever.

“Your loss Mx bodyguard!!”

TEASING MF. Ok anyways we need to find somewhere else to change it seems. So you opt to just shut yourself in the little closet and get changed. Xavier is still asleep in bed, which is kinda cute, he’s out like a ROCK. Honestly and earthquake could pass through and not much would happen I fear.

You wander around the place, Caleb, Zayne and Sylus are all out somewhere, Rafayel is in the bath and Xavier is asleep. There’s… not much to do.

You’re tired though and you slept on the couch, so you find yourself walking over to your room and climbing into bed opposite to Xavier.

You pass right out.

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Gang I’ll be honest, you could FEEL it falling apart at the end😭‼️

In my defense, it’s almost eight in the morning and I have not slept.

I wrote myself into a bit of a corner too since there’s like… nothing going on ‼️‼️‼️

I also do not know how to write seggsy time so I had to QUICKLY 180 from that.

Anyways I have ideas for another part, if people don’t burn me at the stake for being a crap writer I might add another part to this disaster LMAO

Okok yap session is over, thank you for reading this !! 🤩

Tag list ?!?! (Ask to be added 🤩)

@lunia-likes-pomegranet

[quesocheeso]

*heyyyy there, I say crawling slowly out of the darkness*

(This hyperfixation is gonna kill me.)

So. How about. And hear me out on this.

We give Xiaoxing an abnormal physical strength.

He still doesn't have any magic, but he makes up for it with physical abilities. It's on par with Wukong's and maybe even stronger. (That's how he survived the fight with possessed Wukong.)

Wukong and Macaque never knew that because they never tried to actually challenge him, they just saw him as a fragile little kid and taught him the basics of fighting and self-defense. He kept training on his own without his parents knowing to avoid their overprotective rules.

But then he goes to school and his parents, in an attempt to protect him, say that he is forbidden from using any magic to keep everyone safe.

A few bullies hear of this rule and try to pick on him. To everyone's surprised, he takes them down with brute force. So all the kids got scared of him, because if that's how strong he is without magic, then they'll be doomed if he gets mad and decides to use it.

Of course his parents got called to school after the accident but they were too happy and proud of him so he didn't get in any trouble.

Now here's the fun part:

Who is the only person who knows how strong Xiaoxing is?

His little brother, Xioalei.

He is a smart kid, he figured things out pretty early. So he gets very confused when he sees his parents treat his big brother like some weakling.

For example:

Some dangerous strong demon attacks Xiaoxing at 10 y.o, Xiaolei 5 y.o.:

Wukong:"Xiaoxing! Xiaolei! Are you okay?! Did he hurt you?!"

Macaque:"Look at me baby! Did he hit you anywhere!?"

Xiaoxing:"Nope, I'm good."

Xiaolei:"No, but I think that demon is dying." Baby Xiaolei points at a very badly injured demon.

Wukong:"HOW DARE HE. I'LL KILL HIM."

Macaque:"Don't yell! You'll scare the kids!"

Xiaolei:"That's what we're concerned about?"

Wukong:"Moon, take the kids home, I don't want them to see this."

Macaque:"Peaches. Make sure that fucker never comes back."

Xiaoxing:"ooooo, mama said a bad word, hehehe."

Xiaolei:"MOTHER. THAT MAN IS DEAD."

That was not the only time, whenever Xiaolei felt scared or in danger he'd run to his big brother for protection.

And now the cherry on top, when Xiaoxing finally got his magical power:

Macaque:"Maybe he isn't as weak as we thought..."

Wukong:"Yeh... maybe we should train him more..."

Xiaolei:"SERIOUSLY!? NOW!?!?!? I'VE BEEN TELLING YOU THIS FOR YEARS!!!!" *storms out the room cursing in spanish*

The kid loves his family but the way they avoid the truth about Xiaoxing's strength like some professional acrobats really gets on his nerves.

He has magic but whenever he fought with his big brother he'd get his ass kicked. Forget magic, that guy is a fucking monster.

Macaque to 7 y.o. Xiaolei :"I know you want to play with your brother but maybe you two shouldn't play so roughly together. If you wanna fight then ask your dad for a match. Just to avoid accidents, ok?"

Xiaolei:"Why are you telling this to me? Mother I had my ass served on a silver platter. You should be saying that to him!"

Macaque:"What did we say about using bad words?"

Xiaolei:"Wha-... sorry."

*I'm just throwing in a suggestion, I just think it would be very funny. Okay! That's it. Imma go back to the darkness.*

Loving all the asks you’re pulling anon and at this point I’m begging you to actually post them cause I just cackle at all of them and everyone should see them lmaooo

On another note, you kinda hit the nail on the head on this one my guy

Xiaoxing doesn’t have any magic abilities until season 3 BUT he does have super strength, which unluckily the monkeys didn’t clock it, although I wouldn’t write the monkeys as overbearing as they are here, they’re a lil less over protective, cautious yes but they don’t bar Xiaoxing from doing things or treat him like glass so there’s not a lot of resentment from the kid from that, not until MK walks in

Going back on the strength, fun fact, Xiaoxing plays on the baseball team on his school, and since the school he goes to pretty much helps students train their abilities, when his teachers realized that Xiaoxing had super strength they started training him via baseball, which circles back to one of my Season 3 posts where he likes to use his laser eyes, he mains them actually because as a fighter Xiaoxing would be a long distance one because his accuracy is top notch, next to none, so he trains this skill by throwing baseballs at high speeds that teachers keep track of, both in velocity and force

The reason why the monkeys don’t know about his strength is because it’s a recent thing, he didn’t always have it, I would say he started getting it around the time MK appeared first

Also fun fact: none of the kids have abilities, they all start getting them during season 3 (hmmmmmmm I wonder why?🤔🤔😁👍) (them being powerless actually helped stop heaven from taking action against them oof)

And yeah Xiaoxing would beat the hfil out of bullies before he gained super strength and that’s cause he’s just smart and uses their own abilities against them, being powerless taught him how to quickly evaluate others and effectively put them out with their own force, he teaches Xiaolei this when he enters school so now you have two “weak” monkeys who are considered the strongest in the school lmaoooo,, they effectively become tacticians per say cause of this

[wayward-dreamer]

Say You Love Me

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Secretary!Reader

Word count: 6k

Summary: You and Javi work together and have been secretly dating for months. When he gets a lead on the Cali Cartel and has to leave for several days, a late night phone call has to be the only thing to keep both of you satisfied until he returns.

Warnings: swearing, secret relationship, flirting, making out, uniform kink, Javi in the DEA jacket (that's it's own warning), smut: implied p in v sex, dirty talk, phone sex, nipple play, mutual masturbation, Javi jerks it while reader flicks it, hints of Javi's breeding kink, English/Spanish terms of endearment (baby, sweetheart, cariño, hermosa, querida), fluff, Javi's a loverboy he really is, romance. Reader described with female anatomy, no use of y/n. Set during S3, canon divergent.

A/N: This was written for @mushgloomz PPCU Smut Writing Challenge. I got Javi, romantic, uniform and phone/video sex as prompts, so here we go. Title is a song by Fleetwood Mac. Hope y'all enjoy it, happy reading! :) Follow @wayward-dreamers-library for notifications of when I post. Unbeta'd. Also thanks to @nicolethered for sourcing the Javi pic!

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“We shouldn’t be doing this here…”

“No one’s gonna hear us, cariño.”

Javi pressed his lips to yours in a searing kiss, his wandering hands groping the curve of your ass over the black pencil skirt you were wearing. The file room of the department wasn’t an ideal place to be making out with your fellow employee, a place where anyone could walk in, but you had trusted him to lock the door behind him before he had you pinned against the back wall, hidden by shelves of boxes. Your only fear now was that someone heard you, because if there’s one thing you had learnt very quickly, it was that he knew how to make you scream.

“They could,” you mumbled against his lips.

His mouth moved along your jaw, nipping at your skin and drifting down to your neck. “They’re only going to hear us if you-”

A sharp cry escaped your lips as he sucked at your pulse point, his hand coming up over your mouth as he chuckled mischievously against your throat. He pulled back slightly, grinning as he looked down at you and saw you glaring up at him. He pulled his hand away, softly pecking your lips once, twice.

“Sorry,” he smirked. “Couldn’t resist.”

“Fuck you, Peña,” you snapped.

“I’m counting on it, baby.”

He guffawed as you rolled your eyes, but you both knew that you weren’t really angry. You pushed him away gently as you feigned annoyance, just another part of the foreplay between you. Fixing the buttons on your blouse, you kept your gaze on him as you adjusted your clothes to make sure it didn’t look like you were just making out with one of your superiors. The last thing you needed were people talking about the ambassador’s secretary messing around with one of his trusted DEA agents.

“You’re going to be late for the meeting,” you reminded him.

“Am I going to see you there?” he asked, his hands resting on your shoulders.

“I could slip in to drop a fax in front of Crosby, if you wanted me to,” you replied, already contemplating it.

“Wouldn’t mind having something nice to look at,” he added, glancing down at your cleavage with a smirk.

You rolled your eyes, playfully. “I’ll see what I can do.”

You cupped his strong jaw in your hand as you admired his features, pushing up on your toes slightly to kiss him once more, before he reluctantly stepped away from you. Your eyes wandered down his frame and took in the salmon pink shirt he was wearing with dark blue jeans, a dreamy sigh escaping you as he turned and you saw the way the denim accentuated his pert ass and thighs. You leaned back against the wall as he gave you one last look, opening the door to the archive room and stepping out into the hallway, the door clicking shut behind him. He always left before you wherever you were meeting in secret, you giving him a few minutes headstart before you followed in his footsteps.

It had been a few months since the both of you had started hooking up. It all began with you putting in a good word for him with Crosby when he arrived late to work, the excuse being that he had a flat tire. He told you he owed you one and when you asked him specifically what was in it for you, he took you out for a drink after work. That drink turned into coffee and a cigarette outside the building during your lunch break the next day, and later that night when everyone but you had gone home, it turned into him bending you over your desk and ruining you for any other man moving forward. After that night, it was empty offices or secluded corners away from wandering eyes and prying ears, and even his apartment when you both needed that blissful release without holding back.

It was those nights at his apartment that gave you the hope that this thing between you was more than sex. The way Javi touched you in the comfort of his own space was completely different to the way he touched in those secret moments. It was less “desperate to have you before you were caught” and more “desperate to see you fall apart no matter how long it takes”. He quickly discovered it didn’t take long at all. You could see it every time he looked at you that there was something more between you, but there were days that your doubts crept in and fear reared its ugly head. You knew how you felt about him, and no matter how he showed he cared for you, called you sweet names, performed sweet gestures… you still weren’t entirely sure he felt the same way about you.

You weren’t a fool. You knew his reputation in the office, from the way the women talked about him and the way the men either praised him or disparaged him, which really depended on who had gotten on Javi’s bad side or not. He had never said more to you than he’d “made a lot of mistakes” and that he’d “been around the block a few times”, and you had been privy to his exploits in and out of the office from some of the other gossiping secretaries. You had no doubt that one or two of them were talking about themselves too, but none of that mattered to you. That was all before you had even met him, and you believed that he was being honest with you.

You really liked him. Hell, you were in love with him. Between the frenzied quickies during work hours, and the slower, passionate exchange between his sheets, there were tender moments that only you had witnessed. Him buying you a toothbrush to use when you stayed over, making coffee and pecking your lips before handing you the cup every single time, kissing the nape of your neck whenever he passed by you, lightly playing with your hair whenever you laid your head on his chest. Him reading snippets from the paper to you on a lazy Sunday morning, holding your hand as you walked side by side enjoying the late afternoon breeze, admiring the way the sun set just right over the city. It was in those moments that you felt the weight of your feelings for him, and he was the anchor that pinned you down and steadied you.

As you made your way out of the file room and down the hallway, you smiled at a few coworkers before you returned to your desk. You hunched over and flicked through the papers that were kept on the surface, picking up the page you were looking for. You walked down the opposite end of the hallway, softly opening the door to the conference room and closing it behind you. Walking over to the head of the table, you briefly made eye contact with Javi, the move going unnoticed by all the other agents at the table as they just blatantly gawked at you instead. He leaned back in his chair, his elbow leaning on the arm of it as he rubbed his fingers over his chin, watching you closely as you placed the fax down in front of Crosby. He thanked you and you turned on your heel, smiling to yourself as you felt the intensity of Javi’s gaze on you as you left the room.

A little while later, you were completely entrenched in your work when he passed by your desk in a flash, dropping a folded piece of paper right in front of your eyesight. You frowned as you lifted your head, watching his form retreat down the hallway and disappear around the corner, but not before catching a glimpse of him in the navy blue DEA jacket. That was your favorite piece of clothing on him, and for whatever reason, it never ceased to drive you crazy whenever he wore it. You both never complained about what would ensue after every time he’s worn it around you.

You opened the folded note, your eyes scanning over the words before you scrunched up the paper and threw it in the small trash can under your desk. You stood up and walked down the hall, your heels clacking against the linoleum floors as you made your way outside the building. As per his instructions, you meet him in your usual place, behind the building and away from security cameras. He was leaning back against the wall, his left knee bent and the bottom of his shoe also pressed against the brick. He stood up straight as you approached, pulling the cigarette away from his lips and blowing out the smoke, his eyebrows furrowed as you stood in front of him.

“You know what this jacket does to me,” you whispered, grabbing the lapels and pulling him a little closer as you stared up into his eyes. “I don’t think we have enough time for me to show you, though.”

He smirked at the implications of your words, but it didn’t last long as he pursed his lips in thought. “I wish that was what I was calling you out here for, cariño.”

You leaned back, instantly knowing it was serious. “What’s going on, Javi?”

“I have to leave for Cali tomorrow morning,” he sighed heavily, throwing his cigarette on the ground and stubbing it out with the toe of his boot. “Early. Crosby wants me and some of the guys to follow some intel on Orejuela.”

“For how long?” you asked, frowning.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and dragged you in closer to him, shrugging his shoulders. “However long it takes. Probably a week or two, if we’re lucky and it’s not bad intel.”

A week or two. That would be the longest period of time the two of you would be apart since you started seeing each other. You didn’t need to say anything for him to realize that same fact, his brown eyes gazing into yours as you nodded slowly, processing what he just told you.

“It seems like a lot, but I’ll be back before you know it, baby,” he promised.

A sad smile pulled at the corners of your lips, your right forefinger tracing over the yellow lettering on his jacket. “Just be careful out there.”

A soft huff escaped him as he smirked, curling a finger under your chin and lifting it so your eyes met his again. “Always am, hermosa.”

Javi leaned down and kissed you softly, your arms wrapping around his neck as you pressed yourself further into him. The embrace deepened, but rather than it being frenzied or sensual, there was something more there. Something deeper and stronger than either of you had ever felt before. It had happened once, maybe. One night in particular, which had no major significance other than it being the first time you felt there was more to this relationship between you. You felt it that night, and you felt it right there in that moment with him, concealed from the rest of the building and your nosey coworkers.

All you could hope for was his safe return back home, because you didn’t want to live another minute without feeling that way again.

A whole week had passed before you heard from Javi.

It wasn’t for lack of trying. You would call him and get no answer on his satellite phone or leave a voicemail on the hotel room one. He would try to respond but you had always been in bed by then and he would never want to disturb you, or you would be at work. You missed him more than you thought you would, with work not being enough of a distraction from the worry that wracked your whole body whenever he didn’t pick up. It was the worst feeling in the world and you prayed that you would get the reassurance that everything was fine soon.

A boring Wednesday night would be your unlikely salvation, as you occupied your time and distracted yourself from the knot in your stomach with menial tasks like doing the laundry. You sat at the edge of your bed, a pile of fresh and dried clothes on top of the covers in front you that you worked at folding mindlessly. Your favorite Fleetwood Mac record was playing softly in the background, your light humming the only other sound in the room.

Suddenly, the obnoxiously loud ring of the telephone on the nightstand made you jump out of your skin with a small squeak from your lips. You placed a hand over your heart as you calmed yourself down, before you reached over and picked up the receiver.

“Hello?”

“Hey, baby.”

“Javi!” you exclaimed, beaming widely.

“Fuck, it’s so good to hear your voice, cariño,” he breathed.

“Yours too,” you whispered, closing your eyes in relief. “I’ve been so scared, I-”

“I’m okay, querida,” he reassured you. “Don’t you worry about me.”

“It’s hard not to when you’re so far away from me,” you admitted, softly.

Javi sighed as he heard the waver in your voice as you spoke to him. He knew the best thing to do would be to not focus on the fear, so he didn’t.

“So, what’s your Wednesday night looking like?” he asked, changing the subject.

You knew what he was doing and honestly you were thankful for it. “Folding laundry. Sexy, right?”

“Very,” he replied, his voice low and husky.

You felt a shiver run down your back as you put down the shirt you were folding, holding the receiver tightly as you laid back against the pillows. A soft smile pulled at your lips as you heard the familiar click of Javi’s lighter, before you heard a faint puff of air.

“I miss you,” you murmured.

“Me too, cariño. You wouldn’t be leaving that room any time soon if I was there,” he stated, throwing his legs up on the coffee table as he leaned back on the sofa.

“Javi,” you giggled, shaking your head as you twirled the cord around with your finger. “You can’t say things like that to me when you’re not here.”

He smirked. “Why?”

“Well… because…” you trailed off, sighing as you thought against what you wanted to say.

“Because what, hermosa?” he asked, taking a drag from the cigarette between his fingers.

“Because,” you gulped, letting out a shuddered breath. “You can’t do anything about it.”

He chuckled softly, the sound teasing and almost sinister. “Who says I can’t?”

“I don’t-” you started but you heard him clear his throat and allowed him to continue.

“What’re you wearing?”

You gasped, your eyes widening slightly. You glanced down, looking at the khaki t-shirt of his that you had stolen, your legs bare as you only wore black lace panties underneath. You knew exactly where this was going to lead if you told him what you had on, and that sent a small current of arousal through you, spreading to every nerve in your body. You heard him suck in a breath as you mentioned your state of dress, and bit down on your lip. It turned you on that he was so turned on by you.

“What are you wearing?” you asked in return, hoping for the answer to be your favorite piece of clothing on him.

He chuckled, looking down at the DEA jacket he was in fact wearing. “You’re obsessed, querida.”

“Can’t help it,” you shrugged, smiling. “It’s really sexy.”

“Pretty sure that’s you,” he countered.

You hummed as a smile tugged at your lips, loving the way he could go from sensual to sensitive within a few seconds. It was statements like that which gave you the hope that he wanted more with you, too. You knew he cared for you, you could see it in his eyes and feel it in his touch every single day, but did he feel more than that? That was the only doubt you had about the two of you.

“Touch yourself, cariño,” he instructed, slowly unbuckling his belt. “Over the shirt, don’t even think about sliding that hand between your legs, not yet.”

“Javi,” you whined, softly.

“You’re going to listen to what I say, hermosa,” he warned. “Right?”

“Yeah” you said, nodding.

“Good,” he muttered, putting his cigarette out in the ashtray next to him before he unzipped his jeans. “Want you to use your hands and imagine they’re mine.”

Your hand grazed over the curve of your breast, the fabric catching over your nipples and causing a small moan to escape you. As much as you wanted to, you resisted letting your other hand move down between your thighs until Javi said that you could. You cupped the left, your thumb flicking over the hardened bud over the material, a whimper leaving you as you squeezed your legs together.

“Moaning for me already, huh?” he asked, smirking. He dropped a string of his saliva into his hand, slipping it into his boxers and took out of his cock, pumping slowly.

“Yes,” you whispered, closing your eyes as you licked your lips. “I wish you were here.”

“Fuck, me too, hermosa,” he groaned, moving his hand a little faster to work up the blood flow. “I’d have you up against the wall as soon as you open the fucking door.”

You hummed, groping yourself a little harder. “Javi, please. I want-”

“I know what you want, baby,” he interjected, slowing his movement down slightly. “Just a little longer. Squeeze those gorgeous tits of yours for me, want you to pull your shirt up and pinch your nipples…”

You shifted on the bed and arched your back, reaching down to pull your shirt up and expose your nipples to the cool breeze coming in from the open window. Your fingers skimmed over your warm skin and over your left breast, a soft sigh leaving your lips as you rolled the nipple between your thumb and forefinger. Your sigh turned into a wanton moan as you gripped the phone receiver tighter.

“You sound so beautiful, cariño,” he breathed, his gaze falling down to his hand as he began to pump a little harder again. “You’re already making me so hard, it’s ridiculous.”

“Javi,” you moaned, biting your lip to keep control of yourself. “Tell me, tell me what you’d do, please.”

His eyes squeezed shut as he heard the desperation in your voice, and he knew he needed to slow things down before it was over before it really even began. “Fuck, hermosa, I’d… kiss your breasts and lick your nipples. I’d roll them between my fingers to get them hard, like you are right now.”

“M-More,” you gasped. You could feel your arousal growing between your legs, just from your ministrations and his voice.

“I’d love to see you right now. See you teasing yourself, see your hand move down your beautiful body to your pussy…” he trailed off, hoping you understood your next instruction, his own pleasure building as he stroked himself.

You breathed deep, your hand skimming over your stomach and down to your panties, pushing them down your thighs. You wiggled slightly to get them past your knees before kicking them off and letting your hand slide between your thighs. Your fingers moved over your mound, dipping in between your folds, feeling the wetness there.

“Javi,” you moaned, softly. “I’m…”

Javi felt the way his cock twitched as he heard you say his name. It always drove him absolutely crazy the way it fell from your lips, and he wished more than anything that he could see you in that moment. 

“You what, cariño? Talk to me.” His voice was low and gravelly, turning you on even more.

“I’m so wet,” you gasped.

“Fuck,” he breathed out. “So wet just for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes, only you, Javi,” you whimpered.

“Good girl,” he complimented. “Rub your clit, baby…”

Your fingers continued to run through your folds before they drifted up, moving over your clit in slow, teasing circles. A sharp breath escaped you as you felt a pleasured sensation radiate through your whole body, feeling it from the tips of your toes right to your head. Javi smirked as you heard you, trying to imagine you on the bed as he talked to you. He groaned as he worked his hand over his dick, a little faster and firmer, just the way you always did with him.

“Keep touching yourself for me, gorgeous. Move those fingers inside you. Tell me how it feels” he ordered.

You moved your fingers to your entrance, inserting one first, your walls contracting around the intrusion to allow another, pumping them in and out. You rubbed the pads of your fingers against the slick surface, moaning as the pleasure pulsed through you. You were about to lose yourself in it all, completely overwhelmed by the bliss you were feeling in that moment until you heard a faint grunt from him, the buckle of his belt clinking slightly.

“It feels so good. I… I wish they were your fingers inside me,” you moaned loudly, writhing on the bed.

“Me too, hermosa. Imagine it’s my fingers fucking you, making you feel so good,” he said, closing his eyes, imagining it himself.

“You’re touching yourself, too aren’t you, baby?” you asked, biting her lip.

“Yeah,” he groaned, continuing to fist his hard length.

“I bet you wish it was my hand, don’t you?” you added.

“Fuck, yeah I do, querida. Wish it was, fuck, wish it was your tight little pussy wrapped around my cock, squeezing around me as you take me in,” he grunted, gripping himself a little tighter.

You slid your fingers back and forth, the wet squelch of your pussy reaching your ear and making you work them inside a little faster, knowing you weren’t going to last much longer.

“Oh, Javi,” you shrieked. “Oh fuck, you’d feel so good inside me… filling me up, making me feel so full.”

Javi threw his head back, hitting the back of the couch as his jaw clenched hearing your words. If only you knew how they affected him to the point of wanting to do exactly that, to fill you up, make you feel full. He knew he had to hold back on that revelation, though, for now at least. His hand picked up the pace, chasing the impending release. He knew you were close too, judging by how loud you were getting, which was just another thing he liked about you. If you were in a state of complete bliss, you made it known at the highest decibel possible.

“You’re close, aren’t you, querida?” he panted, squeezing his eyes shut. “I can hear it in your voice, fuck, I wanna hear you cum for me.”

“Yes, oh fuck, yes I’m so close,” you whimpered, arching your back as you sank your fingers deeper into your core. “Make me cum, Javi, please.”

“You sound so fucking beautiful, fucking yourself on your fingers,” he growled. “You’re gonna cum with me, hermosa. Wanna hear you scream my name when you soak your fingers.”

Your thumb moved over your clit, circling the bundle of nerves as you continued to thrust your fingers in and out of your wet heat, causing a string of high pitched moans to leave your lips. At that point, you didn’t care if your neighbors heard you, you didn’t care if they thought you were possibly being murdered inside your tiny apartment, you only cared about him. You only cared about the way he was making you feel, even from hundreds of miles away.

“Javi, oh my god! I-I’m gonna cum,” you shrieked, overwhelmed by what you were feeling.

“Do it, sweetheart. Make yourself cum on your fingers. Make yourself cum for me,” he groaned.

Your eyes shut tightly as you tossed your head to the side, the receiver falling from your hand as your fingers moved faster, harder until it finally became too much to bear. You let out a string of loud, rasping moans that mixed with pleasured calls of his name as the dam broke, your arousal coating your fingers as waves of euphoria crashed over you. Javi pumped his fist rapidly, your voice laced with pure ecstasy being his undoing even from over the phone, as he tightened his grip slightly and grunted your name one last time before he felt spurts of his seed cover his hand and exposed skin of his pelvis.

You both breathed heavily, hearing each other come down from your high over the phone. Javi smirked, chuckling to himself. You really were something to get him so worked up just from this, but it only made him miss you more. He took several deep breaths before he called your name, amused by your little hum and lack of any other response. You had melted into the sheets, completely blissed out as you shared up at the ceiling. Your hand fumbled over the covers and picked up the phone again, biting your lip as you tried to find the words.

He grinned, still hearing your heavy exhales. “You okay over there, cariño?”

“That… was…” You paused, gulping as you caught your breath. You giggled lightly, shaking your head. You had no words.

“That was fucking hot,” he stated, as he reached for tissues to clean himself up.

You hummed, still running your fingers over your folds, slowly. “Yeah, it was.”

“You’re welcome,” he said, a cocky grin on his face.

You laughed, shaking her head. “I’ve… I’ve never done that before. Over the phone, I mean.”

“Coulda fooled me, hermosa,” he smirked. He needed to stop thinking about it, knowing it would get him hard all over again.

“I guess when it comes to you… I just feel-” you shrugged, struggling to find the words to tell him what he made you feel.

You rolled onto your side, the phone receiver resting between your face and the pillow. You knew what you wanted to say, but it worried you to think he might not feel the same way and scare him off. So you said the next best thing, that was equally true.

“I feel safe with you, Javi.”

Javi zipped up his jeans before he sat up, placing his feet back on the floor. His heart thumped rapidly in his chest as his fist tightened around the phone. His jaw clenched as he felt his words cut through him in an unexpected way. He had always considered his job a way of keeping people safe, that if you put away the bad guys then that’s what you were doing - protecting people. In the last few years, however, he felt there was a disillusionment that had started to set in. He had realized that no matter what he did, no matter how many assholes he put away, there was always going to be someone else to take the helm, another cartel to add to the drug war. So lately, he felt like he couldn’t keep anyone safe as Agent Javier Peña.

But you weren’t talking about Agent Peña. You were talking about Javi. Regular Javi was who you felt safe with. Regular Javi, from Laredo, Texas with an aging father waiting for him to come home for good. A place he hoped to bring you back to someday soon. It was funny how much he had wanted to leave that place as a younger man, and now with you in his life, he couldn’t wait to return.

“I’ll always keep you safe, querida,” he promised, his voice a low husk. “Always.”

His life had always been full of fear, loss, heartache. It was only when he met you that he found out there was so much more to experience, so much more to look forward to. You brought a light into the darkness he had become too accustomed to, and had given him the same kind of safety he had promised you. He had no need to fear who he was and what he was capable of anymore, because you believed he was better than that.

You made him want to be a better man.

You felt butterflies in your stomach as your heart swelled with unbridled joy for the first time in a long time as his words sunk in. You didn’t need anything else from him at that moment, because you knew whatever was next in your relationship would happen eventually, when you were both ready for it.

“I’ll see you soon,” you said, a hopeful lilt in your tone.

“Yeah,” he breathed, a small smile pulling at his lips. “Sweet dreams, baby.”

“Goodnight, handsome.”

By the time Saturday rolled around, you were completely exhausted from work but in better spirits after your little call with Javi on Wednesday. As much as you missed him, and you did terribly, you continued to distract yourself with your normal, mundane routine which had proved to be a good idea. You had made a list of groceries and gone to the store, ready to cook up a storm because it wasn’t often you got to do something more elaborate rather than quick and easy.

As the late afternoon sun set over Medellín, you pulled your car into the parking lot of your apartment complex and retrieved the two brown bags from the backseat. Taking the stairs up to the entrance, you smiled as one of your neighbors recognized you as they came out, holding the door open for you. You made your way up two flights, huffing slightly as you got to your floor and walked to your door. Placing one of the bags down on the floor, you reached into your purse to find your keys, only for the door to suddenly open and make your heart leap out of your chest.

“Hey, baby.”

You clutched a hand over your chest to calm yourself as your eyes widened, seeing Javi standing in front of you, leaning against the door frame. He was wearing that navy blue shirt that you loved on him, tucked into his signature blue jeans. You beamed at him as he took the bags from you, smirking as he put them down near the door and instantly pulled you into his arms, pressing a searing kiss to your lips. Your arms wrapped around his neck as his slipped around your waist, giggling as his mustache tickled under your nose. Pulling away slightly, he pecked your lips a few times before he looked deep into your eyes.

“What’re you doing here?” you asked, incredulously. “I thought you were going to be gone for another week.”

“Well, the intel turned out to be a bust, so I came home early,” he replied, shrugging his shoulders as he linked his hands over the slope of your back.

“I’m sorry, baby,” you sighed, lightly stroking his hair at the back of his head.

He shook his head, pulling you in closer. “We’ll get them. I can feel we’re close.”

You nodded, slowly as you leaned in and pressed your lips to his softly. “How did you get in here anyway?”

“Didn’t take long to convince your landlords of who I was,” he explained, chuckling lightly. “They let me in.”

“Mrs. Alvarez has been trying to set me up with men for years, so she’s probably just really happy I met someone,” you quipped.

He rolled his eyes playfully as he walked you backwards, pressing you up against the wall. You stared up at him, biting your lip as his hands slid under the hem of your t-shirt causing you to shiver from his touch. He bent down, teasing your lips with his, slowly drifting down and nipping along the length of your neck.

“Javi,” you choked out, laughing slightly. “What’re you-”

“Told you I’d have you up against the wall as soon as I got home,” he recalled.

“But I have groceries,” you countered, glancing down at the bags. “I wanna cook for you now.”

He shook his head, leaning his forehead against yours. “You can do that tomorrow if you want, but right now I’ve got a week of being away to make up for.”

You bit back a moan as you held his gaze, letting him lead you through your apartment. He pressed you up against the doorframe of your room, your lips locked in a rough, passionate exchange as your hands tugged at his shirt to pull him as close as possible. A wanton moan escaped you as his mouth moved down to your neck, leaving love bites along your skin.

“Might not be that easy,” you muttered into his ear. “I think you need to woo me first.”

He stopped his ministrations, gazing up at you with that delectable smirk of his. “Oh, I already got plans for that, cariño.”

He tipped his chin towards the small, round dining table over your shoulder which caused you to glance behind. You spotted the bottle wine, two wine glasses and a candle waiting to be lit on the surface, making you smile brightly as you turned back to him.

“We can order from that place you like down the street so I don’t kill you with my cooking,” he jested, pulling back a little to look at you properly. “And uh… there’s something I need to say which I couldn’t over the phone. Just felt too important.”

You frowned, feeling your heart beating rapidly. “What is it?”

“I love you.”

The words fell out of his perfect lips as simply as breathing. You felt tears well up and blur your sight as you gazed at him, breathing deeply as you let those words sink in. Even the way he looked at you, brown eyes filled with the sincerity of his confession, made you realize that there was never any reason to doubt how he felt about you. It had always been there under the surface, waiting to breach the barrier of fear that came with his job.

He took your hands in his and leaned down, kissing your knuckles before leading you over to the table. He picked up the corkscrew, twisting it to open the bottle, winking at you as it popped and making you giggle. He poured the wine into two glasses before handing you one, clinking his glass against yours before he took a sip. You didn’t, looking at him and taking in his every move. He noticed you staring, a smirk playing at his lips as he put his glass down.

“I love you, too,” you whispered, your eyes never leaving his.

You beamed as you finally pressed the rim of the glass to your lips, your sight landing on something hanging over one of the dining chairs. Your eyes focused over the glass on the yellow letters against the dark blue fabric, feeling a heat take over your body that certainly didn’t come from one sip of wine. Gulping the liquid down, you held the glass as you took his hand with your free one, and dragged him away from the table. He frowned, not sure what you were trying to convey until you stopped, picked up his DEA jacket and pressed it against his chest. He grinned as he looked down at you, holding it tight.

“We can eat later,” you said, turning and leading the way into your bedroom.

“Don’t have to tell me twice, hermosa.”

Javi chuckled as he hooked two fingers into the collar of the jacket and swung it over his shoulder, picking up his wine glass in the other hand as he followed you. You kept him on his toes, something that he loved about you just as much as your amazing capacity to see him for who he is and not judge him. You saw all of it, and knew he was capable of more than he gave himself credit for. You saw all his flaws, and loved him in spite of that, which he never thought would be possible. Despite all the horrors of his job, he had found something good. Something real.

And that was one thing he knew he could count on above everything else.

[gettingyourselfwetforme]

smutty blurb ft. switch!y/n

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yall i saw pierce the veil & sleeping with sirens last night and i wrote this in between their sets LMAO

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The dinner they were at was boring, with a bunch of music executives drinking pints and talking about money. It didn’t interest y/n or Harry in the slightest, and they were only there to appease his manager, Jeff.

“Why do you insist on being such a fucking tease?” the words spilled from his lips in a whisper. Her thighs squeeze together looking for some sort of friction to soothe the ache between her legs. “Wearing such an innocent, beautiful dress, but hiding your soaking, slutty little cunt underneath it. Can’t imagine how uncomfortable it is feeling so empty. Wish I could bury my face into it and fill you up with my fingers. You’d like that, yeah?”

The filth flowing through her ears has her skin pimpled with goosebumps, and temperature rising. She nods, the silent agreement enough for him in this environment.

Harry hums, picking up his glass and swirling the brown liquor around before taking a sip. “Knew you would. You wish I would just take you into the bathroom and do just that. Play with your little clit while stuffing you full with my fingers-or do you want something different? Something bigger?”

y/n’s breathing has picked up a bit, sweat pebbling on her forehead from the rise in her body temperature. She sits straight, looking to her left, seeing Harry sipping on his drink with a grin on his face, and the outline of his bulge showing through his white trousers.

The sight stirs something inside of her, causing her to shift in her seat for the upteenth time. Her underwear is brushing against her clit, the wet fabric making every movement much more stimulating.

Harry’s bulge is covered far too soon by a cloth napkin he threw on his lap. “I asked you a question, love. Did you want something?” He repeats, still speaking low, voice covered by the conversation around the table.

y/n leans her head slightly closer to Harry, talking softly into his ear. “I think you want something too, Harry. Looks like you’re the needy one.” She takes a deep breath before setting her hand on his thigh. “Can’t even go with your girl to a nice dinner without thinking about fucking her every minute. All of these people here who decide the course of your future are here, and your filthy mind is still thinking about my cunt wrapped around your cock. Is that right?”

His own breath hitches, not expecting her words to be so dirty, and for them to roll off her tongue so well.

“Thought so. But I can’t wait until we get home, fuck, not even at home, in the car, to take you in my mouth and suck you dry. Pepper kisses to the tip of your cock, before running my tongue over your veins underneath. Feel every single ridge of your cock in my mouth.” She bites her lip, squeezing his thigh slightly. His face paled, mouth running dry as every word she says goes straight to his cock.

He whispers something inaudible to Jeff, before grabbing y/n’s hand and pulling her with him out of the restaurant.

She’s really fucked now.

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omg okay so im gonna start a taglist!!!! if you want to be tagged every time i post a oneshot/blurb comment underneath this post <3

also if you wanna see some ACTUAL switch!y/n stuff im soooo down to write it but im not sure if it’ll be well received !!!! lmk ;)

Taglist: @angeldavis777

[reminiscentreader]

HEY GUYS!! its been ages since i wrote so please bare with but i really wanted to write a little something inspired by this post i made about grayson, rohan and mattias!

for backround context this is about a year after the grandest game takes place :)

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More brothers…?

savannah, gigi and lyra invite their others halves out to dinner, determined to make them get along, they escape, forcing the boys to get along

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Lyra -

It was exactly 8pm, and the plan was in place.After sitting in her bathtub (hiding from Grayson) for exactly an hour while The twins and her discussed “operation make thanksgiving less awkward this year” as Gigi called it. Lyra was finally ready.

Quietly she slipped out of the hotel bathroom and back into the room to see what Grayson was up to. “Gray?” she called out, careful not to let her voice give anything away. “You almost done, we have to leave in five minutes you know.” Grayson look up from the bed he had dramtically thrown himself over an hour ago, and had seemingly not moved from…

*one hour earlier*

Lyra sat down next to the mirror Grayson was currently stood in front fiddling with his tie, “you know how we’re going to dinner with the twins right?” Grayson side-eyed her suspiciously, “yes?”

“well I forgot to tell you theres gonna be some other.. guests.” Grayson whipped around to stare at her. “No..” Lyra cast him a nervous smile. “Im not going.” Lyra rolled her eyes, “yes, yes you are.”

-

The whole walk from the hotel to the fancy ferrari outside, Grayson kept his eyes focused on the floor, only occasionally grumbling about some “how slate is a evil bitch,” or “Rohan is a cocky bastard, i hate him.” like a whining toddler.

“You know Gray..” Lyra said, slinging her arm through his, “I think it would be good for you to try and get to know them a bit more, I think you guys are more alike than you think.” As expected Grayson ignored her suggestion.

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Rohan -

Rohan had been in lots of situations in his life, but none as awkward as this. Savannah spoke with Gigi and Lyra at the end of the table, what they were speaking about, Rohan didnt even want to know. While at his side of the table, Gigi’s boyfriend, Slate, he’d been told, shifted awkwardly as Grayson Hawthorne stared daggers at them from the opposite side of the table. He’d told Savannah he didn’t mind missing out (translation- he was about to do anything to get out of it.) but she’d insisted, and by the looks on the faces of the other boys, Gigi and Lyra had done the same.

They had just ordered drinks when Lyra suddenly stood up and announced that the three girls were going on a trip to the bathroom. “Do all three of you have to go at once?” Grayson raised a curious eyebrow. In response the girls ignored him and walked off, giggling togther as they did.

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Gigi -

Ditching the boys had been her idea, obviously. After lots of careful thought and consideration they decided the best route out was the bathroom window, so here they were, three girls in tiny minidresses attempting to sneak out the tiny window in the tiny bathroom.

Once they were out they began to make there was down the high street, “Are we sure this is a good idea?” Savannah queried, “I mean, what if they start a fight and get arrested, I am not bailing anyone out.” Lyra rolled her eyes at Savannahs doubtfulness, “Sav, it’ll be fine, I told Grayson he better be on his best behaviour tonight, or else.” She suddenly pointed at shop, “look!!” Lyra grabbed Gigis arm, “We should so go get ice cream!” Lyra stalked off across the street gesturing for Savannah and Gigi to follow.

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“Any arrests for three men fighting with eachother in a top notch italian restaurant yet Savannah?” Gigi asked, eyeing Savannah who had been anxiously checking her phone for at least ten minutes, “none yet.. What could they possibly be doing if theyre not fighting?”

“Having a brood-off contest?” Lyra suggested

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Grayson -

Grayson Hawthorne has lived through more than his fair share of bad days in his life, but nothing he’d been through before could compare to this. The girls had been gone for almost twenty minutes now, he wasn’t nervous, he knew from the beginning Lyra had been planning something.

“So um- should we go look for them?” Slate piped up. It was the first time anyone had spoken since the girls left.

“no.” Grayson and Rohan said simultaneously, Grayson glared at him, as if he dared steal Grayson words. Rohan glared right back, “Don’t get your knickers in a twist Hawthorne, none of us wanted to be here.” Grayson rolled his eyes, “Oh yeah? well I bet I wanted to be here the least.”

“If it’s competition,” Slate started, “it’s actually probably me.” The three of them all death stared each other, well it was more the two of them glaring at Grayson, who stared right back. He wasn’t one to back down from a competition. “Lets play a game, two truths and a lie.” Rohan proposed breaking the ultimate brooding competition. “Seriously?” Slate raised an eyebrow, “We aren’t twelve.”

“You dont have to play,” Rohans gaze shifted to Grayson. He now had two options he could a) turn down the game and live without spilling his secrets to the two men he hated most, or b) accept the challenge. Hawthornes never turned down a good game so he went for the latter. “I’ll play.” he announced, Rohan clapped his hands togther, “brilliant, I’ll go first.”

”First, I used some slighty unmoral methods to win the game, second, I was drowned multiple times as a child and lastly,” Rohan side-eyed Grayson, A mischievous glint in his eye, “Savannah is Preg-“ Rohan didn’t even get to finish the word before his shirt was fisted by Grayson leaning over the side of the table. “You are not as funny as you think you are.” Grayson glared, making sure he gave Rohan what he hoped was a clear message with his eyes. “Ok i’ll do another one. I have always wanted brothers.” Rohan was quiet for a moment before asking who wanted to go next, Luckily for Grayson, Slate offered.

Slate had finished his turn and Grayson was just about to start his, when three loud giggly girls pushed through the door holding empty ice cream tubs. “So much for going to the bathroom,” Grayson raised a suspicious eyebrow at Lyra who had thrown herself across his lap. “Turns out!” Gigi announced, “there is an ice cream machine in the bathrooms, how authentic!” the three of them exchanged glances. “Did you boys have fun while we were gone?” Lyra queried, Grayson looked at Slate, and then at Rohan, “we had… quite a fine time, thank you sweetheart.” Lyra beemed at him. “thats great! now who wants more wine”

The rest of the night passed with embarrassing stories and far too much wine, and by the end of it, Grayson felt a sense of happiness deep in his stomach that had replaced the usual crippling anxiety, he also found himself, glad, that he had come, but his mind still lingered on what Rohan had said “I’ve always wanted brothers.” Grayson was at no shortage of brothers, or just siblings in general.

ROHAN -

They all left the restaurant at around midnight, and as Grayson tipped all the staff and paid the bill, Rohan couldn’t stop thinking about the night they’d had, Rohan had never, ever had friends in his life, but tonight he had felt a small sense of camaraderie towards Grayson and Slate.

Before Rohan and Savannah left in their car, Rohan felt a small tap on his shoulder, he turned and was surprisingly met with Grayson Hawthorne Greek god esque face. “If you want brothers Rohan, Im happy to lend you some of mine.” Grayson managed an awkward smile resembling that of a twelve year old boy forced to take photos next to a nice looking tree, before striding off. For a while, Rohan wondered if it was something Lyra had put him up to, but Lyra seemed to have no idea Grayson had even left her side. So for once in his life, maybe, just maybe, Rohan thought, he had a friend… maybe even a brother.

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BAHHH IM SO SORRY FOR SO MANY THINHS

IM SORRY FOR HOW LONG THIS TOOK

IM SORRY FOR HOW SHITTY THIS IS

IM SORRY FOR HOW RUSHED IT IS

IM SORRY FOR HOW OOC EVERYONE IS I JUST WANTED TO WRITE A HEALED VERSION OF THIS

IM SORRY THAT IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A CUTE FIC OF EVERYONE BUT JUST TURNED INTO ROHANXGRAYSON ROMANCE

p.s @me-h1m i know you were patiently waiting for this

[centrally-unplanned]

I somewhat favor mass deportation from Palestine. I don't see how the situation on the ground will get better, and while deportation will in itself be awful, "100 years from now, the Palestinian diaspora will enjoy quality-of-life (social, political, economic) equivalent to their local communities" seems more plausible than, "100 years from now, the Palestinian people will enjoy a fair standard of living in Palestine."

I don't like this. I feel bad about this. It's not a "good" plan. But I don't know what else is more than "pie in the sky" thinking, and the status quo is worse.

I am not gonna be an asshole to you about this like I bet you would expect many here to be, I am a realist and I think that realism is typically the right approach. I see the logic that given [X], it would be better for the people of Gaza to simply leave. After all, I approve of refugees in general! I do not blame for "not staying" or some other dumb bullshit, becoming a refugee is the good and right response to many situations. If we could welcome the entire population of Gaza into the wider Austin metro area (climate match + capable of building the housing) I would do so.

But it seems very important to clarify what that [X] is - in this case, it is the myopic obsession the Israeli right has with being genocidal maniacs in order to paint-by-numbers a semi-arid scrubland to match the deranged musings of a book from over a thousand years ago. They could just not do that! They don't have any reason, whatsoever, to do it. The "unsustainability" of the Israeli-Palestine conflict is entirely an invention of the Israeli state. That does not mean there could be kumbaya-levels peace or anything - the PLO are corrupt reprobates and Hamas are, of course, radical authoritarians worshiping at the altar of useless historical grievances and infected with a death cult. But that describes like 30% of the planet, and they get along. China-Taiwan is sustainable, North Korea-South Korea is sustainable, India-Kashmir is sustainable! The median number of deaths from "terrorism" in Kashmir doesn't even glance the murder rate in the typical large Indian city. The world keeps turning, life goes on. It is only human action, direct choices by individuals with full capacity to do better, that takes these conflicts and make them unsustainable.

Israel could, trivially, recognize Palestinian statehood or even just general autonomy, defend its borders, punish the occasional missile strike that would surely still occur with minimalist force, and turn the world against the aggressors diplomatically. Saudi Arabia would sell out Hamas in a heartbeat for that. The rest of the world, could - less trivially but not actually that hard because Israeli is tiny - simply inform Israel they will no longer recognize their silly crusade against Palestinian statehood and if they want to block US/EU navy ships from delivering food they can meet our nuclear weapons out in the parking lot. You will not have perfection but you will have millions of people living their normal lives, neither being faced with anything close to a threat of mass-scale ethnic cleansing.

So I do get what you're saying, I just think that hope has to be framed correctly - given that the millions of other much easier paths to a better outcome that could be easily pursued by any of the involved people are going to be ignored because the actors in question are combinations of vile or incompetent, maybe your path is the right one. That isn't ironic, I actually do get it. But I do think once those paths are fully visible, swallowing that pill becomes a lot harder.

(I'm not saying there are no Palestinian sins or agency btw, this is just a post about depopulating Gaza - this is a situation where Israel holds all the cards. Different topics would have different framings)

[sissylittlefeather]

Kink Madness: Round 13

Temperature Play vs Size Kink

Down to the Final 4 (or I guess 5 since Round 12 was a tie 😂)! I'm going to post both polls today, so make sure you voteeeeee!!

Temperature Play: TTWII Elvis

Elvis walks into the cool suite after rehearsal with his silk shirt stuck to his back from sweat. It's August in the desert and hot is an understatement. He looks around the room for you, but you're nowhere to be found. Finally, he finds you on the patio laid out on a lounge chair, skin slick with sweat as you sit in your bikini trying to get a tan. Before he walks to you, though, he grabs a bucket, fills it with ice, and plops a bottle of champagne in it, holding two glasses with his other hand. He doesn't normally drink, but today was good and he wants to celebrate.

“It's a million degrees out here, honey. You tryin’ to cook yourself?” You startle a bit at the sound of his voice and cover your eyes to look up at him.

“You know I like to be tan. It is hot though. Almost too hot.”

“Wanna cool off?” He holds up the bucket and the champagne glasses before settling next to you on the chair.

“Oooh yes, please!” You hold out your hand for a glass and he sets the other one on the table with the ice bucket. He pops the bottle open and then lifts it over to you to fill your glass, but it drips icy water onto your stomach and you gasp. “Oh shit, that's cold!”

He laughs and finishes filling your glass. You take a sip and he eyes you from behind his sunglasses. “Just how hot are you, doll?”

“Pretty damn hot, Elvis. Why?” The corners of his lips curl up into a wicked smile and he takes your champagne glass, setting it on the table next to his. He dips his hand into the ice bucket and pulls out a small cube. “I know you don't think you're gonna–”

Before you can finish the sentence, he starts to slide the ice around on your chest, pulling your top out of the way to drag it around your nipple. You gasp again, “fuck, that is cold!”

“Oh, I'm sorry, baby.” He leans forward and warms your icy bud with his tongue. But he doesn't stop with the ice cube. He keeps sliding it around on your skin, heating you back up with his mouth afterwards. You whimper and gasp and moan as he works your body, moving further and further down towards your center. The cube has melted fully, so he uses both hands to slide your bottoms off.

“What are you up to now?”

“You trust me?”

“Always.” He smiles and fishes out another piece of ice, this time slipping it into his mouth. Then, he presses his lips to your thighs, the cold sensation making you shiver as he approaches your slit. You arch into him when he finally makes it there, dragging his cold tongue up and down.

And then he does the unthinkable. He pushes the piece of ice, now small and soft, up into you with his tongue.

“Oh, fuck, Elvis!” Your pussy clenches around the cube and the feeling of it threatens to overwhelm you.

“Hold it in there ‘til I make you cum.”

“Jesus. Fuck.” Your knuckles go white as you grip the edges of the lounge chair while he dives into you, licking and sucking on your clit. You can feel the ice slowly melting and it's like he's teasing you from the inside out. You whimper and moan as he eats you, moving his tongue in slow, lazy circles over your hardened bud. “Mmmm it's too much!”

“No it's not, baby. Just cum for me.”

“Oh God, oh God, oh God…” He licks hard and fast over you now, desperate to push you over the edge. “Fuck!”

When your orgasm crashes into you, it feels like the ice runs in your veins out to your extremities and back again and it feels so good you almost scream. He pushes a finger inside you to make sure the ice is melted and groans.

“Get on top.” You quickly rearrange so that he's sitting in the chair and then unzip his pants. His cock springs free, hard and aching, and you don't hesitate to line up and sink down onto him. “Goddamn baby, your pussy is cold.”

“I told you!”

“Fuck, but she's squeezing me so good.” He growls into your neck as he grabs your hips and starts to move you up and down on his dick. You reach back and grab an ice cube and hold it to your lips. Then, you lean forward and press your lips to the skin just below his ear. He gasps a little and starts to move you even faster on his lap. You pop the ice cube into your mouth and kiss him deep and he groans. The desert sun on your skin is the perfect contrast for where you're icy cold and the sensation of both at once pushes you to the edge of another orgasm. He rips the straps of your bikini down and presses his cold lips to your breasts again, murmuring against your nipple, “Cum with me, honey.”

You roll your hips against him hard and he reaches down to rub your clit while you ride him. It's just enough to drive you into your release and you moan loudly as your body shudders and pulses around him. He grunts and holds you still, letting your pussy milk his climax from him.

“Fuck, that's good baby.” His breath is still a little cold from the last ice cube as he pants against your skin. You collapse on his chest, shaking and sweating as you both try to steady your heart rates. “You cold?”

“Little bit.” He grins at you mischievously.

“Let's go inside, then. I've got a warm bath and some hot wax candles with your name on them.”

“Are you serious?!”

“Honey, do I look like a man who would joke about a thing like that?” You move to stand up off of him and he grabs you and holds you tighter, whispering in your ear. “You know I'll always give you what you need.”

“You really, really do.”

******

Size Kink: Walter Gulick

You've only been married six months and you're already pregnant. It didn't take Walter long to fill you up good at just the right time. He'd been dying to do it since the first time you were together anyway. And now you're here, trying desperately to find a pair of pants you can zip or a dress that doesn't show your growing bump.

You're standing in front of the mirror about to cry when Walter comes in from his job at the garage.

“Baby, what’re you doin’? You okay?”

“No! I'm huge. None of my clothes fit. And I hate it.” You try to pull your pants closed again to demonstrate what you're saying and then sigh deeply, your throat thick with tears.

“Ya look good to me, babe. I like you rounded out a little. It's sexy.” He walks up behind you and runs his giant hands over your belly and you cringe.

“I was so tiny when we got together. I feel like a whale.”

“Honey, you're still tiny.”

“No I’m not.” You look down at the floor and try not to cry.

“Yeah y’are. You need me ta prove it?”

“How you gonna do that?” He leans in to whisper in your ear, like he can't stand for anyone to hear what he's about to say.

“With this big cock.” A shiver runs over your body from head to toe. You lean your head back against his chest and he knows you're saying yes. “Lemme show ya.”

In a second, he has your bra, pants, and panties off and his finger on your clit. You moan softly as his other hand finds your breast and gives it a gentle squeeze.

“Look at how big my hand is on ya, baby.” He looks at you in the mirror and your eyes drift to where he's touching you. You really do look small with his hands covering you. “Don't even need clothes. I can cover all of ya with just my hands.”

And then he does, with one hand hiding your pussy and the other arm across your breasts. You gasp a little and he grunts. “My tiny little thing.”

He pulls back just long enough to get himself naked behind you, dwarfing you where he stands with your head leaned back on his chest. You can feel his massive cock where it presses against your ass and lower back. “Put your hands on the mirror and watch, baby.”

You do as you're told, leaning forward to take hold of the framed glass, and then look down between your legs. His dick is enormous where you can see it through your thighs. He teases your entrance with the head of it, his knees bent. “Gonna fill you up so good, baby. Make you see how tiny you are with this cock inside you.”

“Walter!” You moan and blush. He's never talked this dirty before and it's got you dripping in anticipation. You whimper as he starts to push into you, spreading your legs to try to give him more room.

“See, honey? Your little pussy can barely take me. Look.” You watch in the mirror as his cock stretches you slowly. Even after almost two years of fucking him, it still takes a while for him to fit inside you all the way. He gets within an inch and moans loudly. “So tight and tiny, baby.”

“I don't know if I can– OH GOD.” He snaps his hips and rams the last inch of himself up inside you and you almost collapse against the mirror.

“Did I hurt ya?” You look at him over your shoulder in the glass and his eyebrows are pulled together in concern.

“Fuck, no. Walter. Jesus. You're so big.”

“Am I big or are you small?” He leans in to kiss the back of your neck and your shoulder, pulling out and then filling you again in once smooth motion.

“I'm not sure, but goddamn it feels good.” You moan and arch your back as he starts to slide in and out of you in a steady rhythm.

“You're small, baby. Just a tiny li’l thing. Taking this cock so well.”

“Fuck.” He smiles and blushes behind you in the mirror. You can tell he's outside his comfort zone talking like this, but some part of him is really enjoying it. His hands hold your hips in a bruising grip as he pumps into you from behind. You watch in the mirror as he moves in and out of you.

“See? I told ya. You're so pretty like this, honey. Round with my baby and still so small. You like it baby?”

“Y-yes… I love it… it's so good.” He continues to drive into you from behind, using his hands to pull you back onto his dick, your eyes almost crossing from the sensation of being stretched so well.

“And you see that you're so little?” You can tell by how his voice deepens that he's getting closer to his climax. Your orgasm is gathering in your hips too and you can barely respond.

“Yes… so… fuck… tiny…”

“Good. Now cum for me baby. Cum on this dick.”

“W-Walter! Ohhhhh!” You groan and squirm as your release blazes through you like an electric current.

“Good girl. Now it's my… turn… fuck.” You gasp and look at him in the mirror. He's never cussed before. But you don't have long to ponder it as he slams into you and pumps his seed into you. You feel him twitch as he does and then his breathing slows and he pulls you back against his chest. “Tiny li’l thing. Mine.”

You giggle a little and reach back to run your fingers in his hair.

“Who are you and what have you done with my husband?”

“Still me, baby. Just wanted you to know how bad I want you. How much I love you. Was that okay?” You giggle again.

“Walter, that was better than okay.”

“Good. Now will you believe me when I say you're tiny? And no matter how big you get, you'll always be small to me.” He wraps his arms around you and presses his lips to your neck.

“Yes, baby. I believe you. And I love you more than anything.”

“I love you too, sweetheart. My tiny little thing.”

“Yours, Walter. Always, always yours.”

******

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[luna-loveboop]

Ok Sky and Hyrule

I have tried forever to write up a good Sky and Hyrule post. I wanna clarify their relationship because it is kind of hard to make sense of, and I've had several ask after I mentioned my thinking that they have issues in this post. However I am tired and just want the thoughts out there, so I'm just gonna give a low-effort post with a bunch of screenshots. Read. Have fun.

Hyrule is very stubborn and Sky is very stubborn. They do not vibe. The clearest starting point of them butting heads was in divine dark reflections when Hyrule showed his ability to get ahead of himself and left Sky behind, something Sky does not take kindly too.

They fight with opposite hands, which isn't a problem when Hyrule is fighting with Wars for example, but with Sky they don't fight well together and clash.

We don't see these two clash that much bc they are both very friendly people! So I think them actively scowling at each other after they bumped elbows is pretty telling. They have beef with each other ok.

HOWEVER for the positive aspects of their irritatingly-ambiguous relationship, their main point of bonding is the master sword. Yeah. bc Hyrule can wield it and Sky falls in love /plat lol with anyone who compliments it

They also both like to joke around/prank others, so they have that in common too yay!

AnD ANothEr thING! Sky can be Very judgy about appearance, and those traits obviously carried over into lu from sksw canon. Whereas Wars showed respect towards Hyrule despite him not being a knight, we never got that from Sky. What internal thoughts does Sky have about the humble traveler?

Sky can tend to be prideful, and Hyrule absolutely could not be prideful. Rulie is still confident in who he is! Firecracker boy. Also they both can have tempers and are stubborn.

Random note: Hyrule thinks himself incapable compared to the knights, but in the discord Jojo mentioned at one point that she thought Hyrule could hold his own in a fight against Sky due to his own skill set. No. Sharing. Discord. Documents. Outside. Of. There. Casual mention only. Mhmm. So I think this is ok. I'm gonna set the discord rules as my wallpaper I check them so often. anyways.

Also please note that I am NOT hating on either of the babies, I love them very much and BOTH have flaws in their relationship with the other. The thing that's so hard about Sky and Hyrule's relationship is that they are both so very friendly it's hard to discern. They're two nice guys who wanna chill! But they do not chill or vibe with the other, most of the time Sky and Hyrule are not commonly hanging out. Yeah there ya go, Sky and Hyrule ramble. Bye!

Art is by Jojo @linkeduniverse au!

:)

Thanks to everyone who asked for elaboration <3 Sorry for the wait.

[moeblob]

So I personally don't play DBD (though I think it might be fun to try but I'd be bad at it so) but a streamer I watch plays it a lot and her survival rate against Wesker players is astounding. And funny to watch. So I draw lil doodles for her Wesker interactions to put off doing other art.

[namelessprince]

ok all the characters i have figured out for dsmpd au below the cut:

ranboo as the wisperer

tubbo, quackity, and fundy as the rest of the pd

sam as the mentor

tommy as ashe

techno as mark

phil as Dead Wife(best friend in this au lol)

the egg as overlord (B.A.D. militia more like bad's militia)

dream as mal

ok now random characters ive thrown in different places:

schlatt as david bell (seriously considered making him origami)

purpled as cantrip

sapnap as doug

karl as professor cross

wilbur as lightspeed but with wordsmiths powers

puffy, foolish, eret, and callahan as the rest of watch (callahan is like their bacon man. in a way <3)

connor as le frog but hes literally just c!connor. that guy is always in situations

george as clarence bcus lol

and ofcourse. slime as fartbo

[clegfly]

Who are THESE weirdos???????? Looking into MY floating mirror????????????

[sherlock-is-ace]

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